Song of the Abyss (Deep Waters, #2)

by Emma Hamm

There is no science in this monster fucker book, so please just sit and enjoy the nonsense.

His hearts shifted in his body, one moving to his throat and the other dropping beneath his stomach. They both beat so hard that it was difficult to think beyond the thudding that never seemed to end. It was all he could focus on. All he could think about. And then the memories came.

He has ptsd and suffers from panic attacks it sounds like.

He was a powerful warrior and he would kill all who stood in his way. Because all he could see were bodies floating in the distance. And it was his fault.

The hum of conversation all turned into one tone, nearly impossible to tell who was saying what. It was like she was underwater, everything muffled and jumbled together.

A monster would leave smudges on something so lovely as she.

No female had ever wanted to pick him. He was too large for their offspring to be easy births, and too aggressive to battle in the mating dance. He had already resigned himself that fluttering was foolish for anyone.

She was a monstrous little thing underneath that strange exterior. Or she was insane. One or the other. He wasn’t sure which was better.

Daios was not trying to impress her, and he did not want a mate. Or perhaps, something deep inside him whispered, he did not think a mate would want him.

Fuck. She liked him. He wasn’t just a monster; he was becoming a real being to her, and that was dangerous. He was the means to an end.

She was stunned by how massive he was. Would she ever get used to that? Probably not.

He was alone. As he always was. And as he was cursed to always be.

Because maybe she was a deviant who wanted him to look again.

Damn it, Anya, she told herself. Mind of out the gutter.

“It’s nice to know you have a name, Daios.” And oh. Oh. The sound of his name on her tongue was exquisite.

“If you want to kill your father, kalon, then I will help you kill him.” “My name is Anya,” she corrected. “I know.”

Just don’t look at the dangerous predator, and maybe it would trust her.

These were dangerous thoughts. Terrible thoughts. She knew there was probably a special place for deviant women who looked at a monster and wondered what he would feel like between her thighs, but... Fuck. These were where her thoughts were.

Honesty had always been his greatest weapon. And now he realized what a weapon it could be.

“Wet and salty isn’t on my list of things that I like to eat.” He opened the next one a little harder, and his claw thunked against the metal floor. “I am wet and salty.”

Because I want to keep you for myself. Because if I keep you, feed you, bring you everything you ever dreamt of, maybe you’ll give me a chance. Because no one has made me want them as much as I want you.

They hardly knew each other, and yet, he knew her.

“I may not know you as well as I wish, but my soul knows yours, Daios.”

My soul wishes to keep you and never let you go.”

“Let me ease your pain, Daios. In whatever way I desire.”

“I don’t want you to not be whole again because of me.” “I am only whole because of you.”

Wherever you are, I am home.”