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The thought both thrills me and makes my hearts ache all the same. Clenching my jaw, I place the item in the clam-chest. Attempting to dispel the thought from my mind, I move to the bathroom, where she has jars of potions along the shelves. Some are in plastic, some in glass. I’ve seen them…

“What is this for?” It takes me a second to get my bearings over Ordus changing the subject again. His attention is cast toward the bag, almost—regretful? I don’t let myself read into it. I follow the line of his pointer finger to the red satin scrunchie. Is he oblivious, or does he not visit…

My nerves stutter when he rises to his normal height, but I don’t dare look up until he says my name. “I would like to show you something, Cindi.” Oxygen leaves me in a rush. He’s stunning. His jaw is sharper with the hair off his face, the shadows of his cheeks more lethal. The…

Witches. Queens. Krakens. I clench my jaw and silently urge him to continue. “And so started the Witch’s tirade for revenge. She didn’t care who the offending kraken was. In her eyes, all kraken-kind was complicit, all suffering for the crimes of one. She sacrificed her crew, used the energy from their souls to kill…

I never learned how to read English, but Mother insisted we learn the native language of the humans on the mainland. Admittedly, it’s been many years since I’ve attempted to read anything, and I’m finding it difficult to recall the phonetics for the tourist’s language. Several images of human food pop onto the box. He…

19 Ordus “Please,” the human begs, throat bobbing against my hand. I believe it might be his third time saying that word. Or the fifth. I’m unsure. I was distracted again. Leaving her behind on the island makes me nauseous, but I’m comforted by the fact that she isn’t alone. Vasz is protective of what…

And I let him. I don’t know why I let him. I can’t even begin to explain why I lean into his touch, why my eyes drift shut to focus on the feel of his warm skin against mine. The tips of his claws scrape the edge of my jaw. A shiver goes down my…

For the first time in a year and half, I let myself simply be. I feel…safe, like I can finally take a breather from running and looking over my shoulder. Like there’s someone else in my corner looking out for me. I could get addicted to this. Three bags rustle against the currents, oscillating and…

Tommy. John. My arms become plastered to my sides. I throw every ounce of my power into throwing them off, but each failed attempt sends my panic rocketing to new heights. “You can’t take me!” I’d rather die than go back. “Cindi,” Ordus repeats. Puckering tentacles tighten around me. Tentacles. Ordus. Not Tommy. Ordus. Even…

My mind conjures memories of Dad. For the first decade and a half of my life, we would have fish for dinner every eighth day in memory of the woman who gave birth to me. Apparently, Mom was horrendous at fishing. After years of trying, she finally caught one, then eight days later, she caught…