Namesake (Fable, #2)

by Adrienne Young

He tasted like rye and sea wind, and the sound that woke in his chest when my fingertips dragged over his ribs made that night come back to life inside of me.

There are some things that can’t be carved from a person, no matter how far from home they’ve sailed.

He snorted, shaking his head. “That man would sink his fleet for you, Fable. He’d walk away from everything.”