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

by Nicole Fiorina

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

And chances like that, reasons to say Mom, were few and far between when you no longer had one.

I will tear this page out and give it to you. My spite in the form of a love letter. Surrender, my darling insanity. Suffocate, my sweet emotions. Pretend. Chin high. Be quiet. Smile, my pretty lips. Sink, my homicidal thoughts. Until we meet again, xx - A

“If I’m honest, I wish we could have more than six hours a day together. Or stop time from passing and trap it inside a glass bottle.” “Time is not something we catch but something we create.”

Then he laughed, a smile ripping across his face. It was fucking beautiful. “Stone.” I peered up at him, grinning so big, waiting for him to notice his laugh. “You don’t even realize what just happened.” “What?” “You laughed.” Realization dawned on his face. “I laughed.”

This was the story of the siren who held her breath long enough to outlast love, she thought.

Pretend. Chin high. Smile, my pretty lips. Sink, my slaughtered heart.

Phoenix and Stone were the same height, and when Phoenix stepped up to him, he sized Stone up. “I see you slipped into Weeping Hollow and fell into some pussy.” Phoenix adjusted Stone’s coat lapels. “Does Adora’s closet bitch have a name?”

I suppose that’s what death felt like. Suffering and sickness and peanut butter sandwiches.

“Stop using my heart like an Ouija board!” He narrowed his eyes, his brows pressed together. “On behalf of 1864, I can assure you we don’t know what the hell that is!” he shouted, and I blindly grabbed something from the desk and tossed it at him. He dodged the paperweight and looked up at me. “Excellent. Now, would you mind throwing yourself at me next?”

He stepped aside, gesturing at the door. “You have two seconds to wake your bore of a fiancé and bring him here to kill me,” he said, his voice rising with a blue vein popping in his neck. “If those two seconds pass, and you’re still standing there looking like you’re mine, I will throw you against his wall, rip off your clothes, and claim you in ways your deprived little mind, body, and soul could not even imagine.” His chest was heaving, and my eyes were darting from him to the door. “The only restraints I have right now are respect and decorum, Adora, and both are two seconds from being abandoned.” My mind was utter fog. “You wouldn’t dare.” Another second passed. Stone dropped his arm. “Time’s up.”