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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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

New plan: must eat Ordus. 17 Cindi My skin is only getting paler. Dryer. My body weaker. The pounding in my head is worse. I can barely keep my eyes open. The only thing I’m capable of is sleeping. I shouldn’t have spent so long in the sun yesterday. Sweating and burning has made it…

The soft cotton sheets feel wrong against my dry, grimy skin. Every inhale is sandpaper against my dry throat. I need water. Hell, a coffee would make me worse, but I would kill for one. The bed creaks when I move, and both creatures whip their heads my way. Ordus is up and on his…

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…

His eyes light up, and his tongue lolls to the side like he’s in heaven. “Coco? Yeah? That’s a better name for you, huh?” I coo. “Can you get me more coconuts?” Hope is alight in my tone. He yips and runs back into the water, faster than I’ve seen him move. Maybe I won’t…