"ILEANA!" Darren roared.
Without a second of thought or hesitation, Darren launched himself into the pool.
Olivia followed after him, wanting to help while the other women were frozen with fear, some swimming to Ileana as well.
But Darren was faster. He cut through the pool with a speed that left a wake behind him, and then plunged deeper, desperate to catch her.
Just then, he found her, her pale, sinking form, her dark hair floating around her face like seaweed.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in a silent scream, bubbles streaming past her lips. Her legs and hands were still flailing helplessly.
But help was coming.
Darren dove deeper and reached her in time. He hooked an arm around her chest, under her arms, and kicked hard for the surface.
SPLASH!
They broke through the water with a gasp— his from exertion, hers from ragged, panicked inhalation, followed by a fit of coughing that wracked her entire body.
