“God—god—How could the sea ever let a demon like you onto the shore with the rest of us…” Alba shuddered, wrapping his arms back around Eridanys’ body. Eridanys chuckled under his breath, holding Alba with continued, surprising carefulness, brushing hair from his damp forehead. “She didn’t let me go without a fight, as a matter of fact,” he answered. “And she will be very envious to learn I have given myself to a sailor who can use me whenever he likes.” He kissed the center of Alba’s chest. “However he likes.” “Oh,” Alba sighed. “How did I get so lucky?”
