One Little Birdie

Jeremy's POV

Her reaction is blanched with shock as I pull her head out of the water, giving her five seconds to catch her breath before plunging her head in. Her red hair forms a crimson halo, flouncing around my hand as she thrashes around in the water. I stare, transfixed at the ethereal image.

I pull her back, studying her facials as she coughs, sputters out water, and tries to pool in large gulps of air at the same time.

“You aren't helping, Dian.”

She glares at me through wet blue contacts, “My name is Josephine—”

I plunge her head back into the water and shake it for good measure then I toss a towel into the water.

She gets the message and her hands scramble for the piece of cloth, scrubbing off the make-up and contacts in record time and taps on the tub but I give her another ten seconds before pulling her out.

Her loud gasp echoes as her head is whipped out of the tub, tremors racking through her body.

I study her pale features.

“Crimson strands, Porcelain skin, Dark