Bone Island: Book of Danvers (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #2)

by Nicole Fiorina

There was pleasure in pain for someone like me—someone who was a pretty shell holding in an ocean of rage.

I stood deathly still, keeping my feet just behind the waterline, daring the sea to come and collect me, too. Come treasure me, too. Come love me, too.

My love for the sea was an unrequited, toxic sort of love. She took and took, I gave and gave, and my love for her remained. But I still held on to the day she stopped taking, or until the day she’d take me completely.