But I’m not the girl who saved Kerrin from the sea. I’ve learned the truth of his character since then, and I’ve learned more of mine as well. The sweet, handsome prince I rescued was never anything but a fantasy. He represented the hope of true love, yes—and he was also the excuse I needed, a powerful enough reason to take the biggest risk of my life. But I didn’t leave the sea behind for him. It was always for me. And what I feel for him now isn’t heartbreak or sorrow. It’s unquenchable rage.
