Brave (A Wicked Trilogy, #3)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I walked out across the beach, nearing the lapping shoreline I reached up and tugged my hair down, letting the wind sift through the curls. The cool water teased my toes, and for a moment, I let my head empty of all the stresses, the worries, and the fears. I didn’t want to think about or feel anything other than what I was witnessing. The water turned a fiery orange as the sun kissed the ocean. There was a moment where it looked like the world was about to be set ablaze, where the water and sky was a stunning array of reds and blues, and then the sun was gone, slipping far beyond where the eye could see. The breath I took was shaky and the back of my eyes burned. I never thought I’d see the sunset on the Pacific Coast, and it was truly a sight. I stepped back, making my way until I was sure the waves wouldn’t touch me, and then I sat down in the sand, mindful of the daggers still attached to my thighs.

I really need to go to the beach :(