Jude hit the water hard, the cold swallowing him instantly. His breath caught in his chest, eyes stinging, limbs already slicing through the swirling current as he dove beneath the surface. The waterfall above churned the pool into chaos, pushing him deeper, tossing him like a leaf in a storm. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. Rose had gone over the edge right in front of him. One second she was there, her hand in his, and the next, nothing but air and that sickening drop. He pushed deeper, eyes wide, searching the silvery blur for her shape, her hair, anything.
His lungs burned. He kicked harder, twisting around, reaching. Rocks loomed in the murk, sharp edges threatening to tear through his skin, but he didn't care. She had to be down here somewhere. Had to be. The sound of the falls was a deafening roar in his ears, disorienting, echoing off the stone walls beneath the surface. The water pulled at him like it wanted to keep him, swallow him too.