Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #1)

by Mira Grant

The best predators always learned how to masquerade as things that wouldn’t seem threatening. That was how they got close enough to strike.

They would always be married where it counted, in the horrors they had shared.

The first active shutter drill began at midnight. It ended two minutes later, in failure. The Melusine sailed on.

But this was already a haunted house. Would giving Anne’s ghost a face really have made it any better?

Two more shutter tests were performed, both at midnight, when fewer passengers would be awake to notice. Both failed.

“No,” he said. “You said that they use mimicry when they’re hunting. They stop using their own kind of sounds when they’re hunting. What are they hunting now, Victoria? What are they looking for? They killed Heather. They’ve killed humans before. They know humans come from ships; what happened to the Atargatis is proof of that. Between the season and the climate changes, we represent the most food they’ve seen in one place in God only knows how long. They’re hunting. They’re hunting us.”

“There you go,” said Luis. “You put a quarter in her. Everything that happens now is on you. You understand that, right? This is your fault.”