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

by Nicole Fiorina

She craved an escape, he craved to be found, two silent hearts thirsty, until they both drowned.

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.

At last, the sea had given me something in return.

But there was a sameness between us—something I had never had with anyone else. We had been trapped in places where we couldn’t come up for air.

“Is this how it works? I say kind things, and my darling siren falls into my lap.” “I just wanted you to hold me.”