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the ocean loving her shore but never loving me enough to fight for me in return.
The sight of his striking features caught my gaze, and my bottom lip trembled. The thought of the Order taking and killing him instilled terror inside me. A different brand of terror I’d never felt before.
Mine, my heart proclaimed as I wrapped a bandage tightly around his torso. The sea gave him to me.
The sea gave him to me.
My secret, wild and gentle, in my ocean.
He looked at me like I was a creation of his mind.
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.
I couldn’t see the memory passing through her, I knew one was there, taking shape, drawing lines, painting emotions.
“Is anyone missing you?” I asked, walking up beside Stone, then instantly regretted my question. The sea had given him to me. In my twisted head, there was only one version of Stone. My Stone—
Finneuma means Final Breath.”
“if you don’t tell me your name, I will call you mine.”
“I am your first,” I said to him knowingly. He nudged my lips with his. “You are my only,” he corrected.
“You know how to cut me open.” He lifted his chin, eyes settling upon me. “It may not be with a knife, but you carve your initials inside me one way or the other, I see. It’s a miracle anything survives you.”
“So, we are the same,” I said. “Words cut us both open.”
She had nothing to offer me but herself, using me to escape something more dreadful than a thing like me, but I was escaping in her all the same.
“My darling, you’ve made an absolute fool of me.”
“You should know,” black eyes flicked up to mine, “the need to forsake the sun and fuck you this very second is insufferable.”
Never was there a terror so cruel as being forgotten by her.
“Absolutely selfish. Half of that smile may be yours, but the other half is mine.”
“Is this how it works? I say kind things, and my darling siren falls into my lap.”
“I wished you cared for me with that much passion.”
He’d been my Beloved Black Sea all along.
“How did you manage to break something I never gave you?”
“We’re not over, and you know it,” I whispered, stiff and aching from holding myself together. “I will see you again.” “My darling siren,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t hold your breath.”
First, I was a monster. Then I was hers. Now I was nothing.
Even after the way I had used him, he still kept his stupid promise to me.
“I’m pathetic for you, Adora. You’re in his arms right now, and I still want you. So, if you can hold on to anything, hold on to Bone Island,”
new year Stone and I hadn’t existed in together.
“Come down, my darling Adora. I need to see you.”
“Whether they’re hurting me or pleasing me, they belong on me.”
“I have spent my entire life convincing myself that I am not a monster. Please, do not make me have to convince you, too.”
“After knowing the truth, I thought you would hate me forever,” I said. “I do hate you.”
“Touch me again, and I’ll accept your offer, use this cock to break your jaw and rearrange your stomach, then drop you off at the morgue so Fallon can put you back together again.”
if there was a way to protect Adora from these Shadows the town was so afraid of, I’d do anything.
Now you want the gods to know you own my heart too, is that it?
“Kill me?” I shook my head, my teeth chattering. “Losing you would sever my soul.”
“I will wait for as long as it takes, Adora. All I need is us, bound together. Us, and nothing more.”
“Over a hundred years were thrown between us, and I still found you, and I’ll keep finding you. I will always find you.”
There is only one way you should be loved, and that is with my whole heart and last breath.
Stone bound himself to me under the light of the sun for the first time.
Inside the lighthouse were my husband, and me, and our children holding my hands.
This time, I was dying as a hero, so perhaps I would be reborn into one instead of a monster.
each night, I whispered a prayer to the moon for a world where a Heathen and a Siren could walk hand in hand.
My darling Adora, the story of Alec & Circe was my hundredth book, and I opened the envelope.
He kissed me with the kind of kiss you’d sacrifice your final breath for.
Each step to the rhythm of Stone’s helpless, beating heart, the two bound together by nocturnal torment with an ocean between them.
