A Dark and Drowning Tide

by Allison Saft

Both of them stared down at her hand. Lorelei slowly let go of her, flexing her fingers as though trying to work out a cramp.

it’s giving p&p 2005 hand flex!!! thriving

In the pale moonlight, with the fog pressing its fingers longingly against the glass, Sylvia still looked like a specter. Like something that might slip through Lorelei’s fingers if she held too tight.

WAKE UP BABE IT’S YEARNING TIME

What depths would you sink to? Lorelei wanted to ask. How will you convince me?

actually had to put the book down and scream