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“I knew I could get on and off the vessel without issue. Blending in is my specialty, even as a cub. Yannig’s, his words. He could convince anyone to do almost anything. It made him arrogant. Words wouldn’t keep him from detection. A human spotted him a moment before he jumped back into the water.”…

I shake my head and paddle back to shore. We need some kind of tank to store all the water to limit further contamination. The drums are okay for now, but I’d feel better if I had a backlog in case of a rainy day. Well, in case it stops raining. I jog back toward…

A dangerous warmth slithers into my stomach. I feel my eyes burning with pathetic, unshed tears. The only person who ever put in any effort for me was my dad. It’s been years since anyone has done something solely for my benefit without wanting anything in return. But that’s not true, is it? He does…

Just the thought of needing to start again makes me sick. But when I think about the Curse…it doesn’t make sense. How could the fate of all krakens possibly be on my back? I’m a random human plucked off the street. There’s no way a Goddess picked me to be the supposed savior. “There’s no…back…

Just being able to mention his name without fear of repercussions is like having a stream of light break through the cracks so there’s one corner of the world where his ghost can’t touch me. Ordus is nothing like the Gallaghers, who all hide their faces. Ordus sometimes wears his heart on his sleeve, and…

The audacity. “Do not test me,” I growl, peeling my lips back. This time, when it moves, I pounce, tearing Cindi’s potential attacker to shreds until it’s littered over the sea floor. It was not a worthy opponent. Satisfied the threat has been eliminated, I straighten to stare down my nose at the plank. “If…

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…

It takes me a second to process everything, but once I do, I almost burst out laughing, forgetting I’m meant to be frightened. All my skincare is there. A paintbrush. Whiteboard marker. Sunglasses. My Bluetooth speakers. A fake Chanel handbag. The generator I was fixing. Multivitamins I opted not to bring. A raggedy hoodie that’s…

“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…