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“I’m looking for Simon,”
I'm sorry, WHAT?!
“There’s a ship in the harbor that’s scheduled to leave at dawn. It’s called the Luna.”
well fuck
My father told me once that the only fools who sailed the Narrows were the dead and the dying. Sometimes, I think I’m both.
BADASS
But I’d come out the other side of enough black, tangled clouds to stop asking whether a storm would kill me. The sea had had her chance enough times. She’d never taken it.
this is the mentality to have
I knew the stories. They were what had given me the name I was known by outside of Cragsmouth—Saint. No one knew Elias, the boy born in a backwater fishing village who’d made a mistake that cost him everything.
elias…
“Someone in this village has a loose tongue.” Henrik leaned in closer. “Might be time for you to cut it out.”
sexy
Her long, dark hair spilled out of the opening of her jacket, and it wasn’t until she pushed her hood back to fall on her shoulders that I realized it wasn’t black. It was the darkest shade of red. The kind that looked like threads of fire when the light touched it.
SIMP
My jaw clenched as I finally turned to look at her, and I almost immediately wished I hadn’t. Freckles scattered over her olive skin, tracing over her cheekbones, along her jaw, down to the opening of her shirt where the hollow of her throat was visible.
again, SIMP!
A bloom of red lit in her cheeks, making her gray-blue eyes glow.
my man is in love
“I think Zola’s bought into a new kind of trade.”
trader of love
Those narrowed blue eyes had left a feeling like fire everywhere they’d landed and I could still feel it now, the ghost of it alive on my skin.
run to him you fool
“Not even Saint sails those waters.”
just say you're a pussy
Saint. That was what Zola had called the helmsman with the crates of rye, but he’d given me the name Elias.
because he loves you
“We’re not sailing the Snare,”
pussy
“I thought you didn’t buy tools for your crew.” “I think you’ve earned it.”
she has indeed
“What is this, Saint?” “I think you know what this is.”
dats ma boi
“Welcome to the crew of the Riven. Happy to have you.”
hehehe
“Shit.”
That memory wasn’t the only thing I’d taken with me. The ringing of the midnight hanging around my neck was a constant reminder of the moment I’d realized it wasn’t the sea that had taken my father.
ummm excuse me
It was Holland.
That version of Isolde was gone. But the girl who’d only ever felt at home beneath the surface of the water was still there inside of me somewhere.
A bitter smile appeared on his lips, making his eyes glint. “Is that all you are?”
DADDY
I almost wished he would move closer again so I could feel the heat that hovered around him.
He moved closer again, setting his hands on the stone behind me to frame me in his arms, and I immediately regretted that I’d silently willed him to do so. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned beneath the opening of his jacket, revealing an expanse of sun-darkened skin.
my ovaries exploded
It would be a hungry and sleepless few weeks, but we might be able to come out the other end with our lives. If we were lucky.
“This is my ship, and I can do whatever I’d like on it.”
do me
That look on his face was as beautiful as it was cold, and I didn’t like that I’d had to force myself to tear my eyes from his.
Isolde’s eyes cut to me again, but this time, a tension hung in the air. She didn’t like being claimed, I realized.
I was ten years old when my father sat me down in the solarium for a cup of tea and told me what I needed to know about my mother—that she would always choose the trade. Over me. Over him. Over everything.
mummy issues
This wasn’t just business around this table. It was history. Friendship, even.
The smile buried on his lips was visible for half a second before it disappeared again.
this is a true dilf in the making
The sound of it made me bite down on my bottom lip.
same
“The stone,”
FUCK
“After two years of dragging the rattiest crews I’ve ever seen across the Narrows, you show up here with a girl who looks like she was grown in a glasshouse and for the first time, you have no coin. I’m thinking those two things aren’t a coincidence.”
“We’re friends, Saint. A rare thing in a world like this one. That’s the only reason I’m going to pretend that when you take that rye, you’ve paid for it.”
queen
After Hazel’s father, Victor, died, I’d spent more than one night in Emilia’s bed, and the ghost of it was in the way she touched me now.
I knew it
His hair blew to one side as the wind caught him, the hard shape of his arms surfacing under the skin as he rose higher.
ruin me please
“Looks like that luck of yours finally came in!”
YES
An evil grin stretched across Clove’s lips as he handed it over, and I didn’t know if it was the wind or a slight tremble in Saint’s hands that shook the letter as he opened it.
“It’s about damn time.”
This was the point when most helmsmen would break from their coordinates and head to the nearest port. But I wasn’t most helmsmen.
not a pussy, unlike some people
He waited for me to take hold of the pegs and I lifted myself until one boot left the deck. “Could get used to this,” he said, pulling at the knots over his head.
he is in love
Saint was watching me from the top of his gaze now with a look that felt like it was measuring me. Taking stock of my reaction.
Another set of hands? Or used to me?
YOU
The clouds were rolling toward us like a flood of smoke. But the sound that cut through the air wasn’t wind. The ship rumbled with the vibration of it. And every second, it grew louder. It wasn’t clouds. It was water. “Brace!” The word tore from Saint’s throat again and his arms came around me, driving us backward toward the main mast. He pinned me against it, crushing his weight into me, and the sound of the sea towering over us turned into a sickening growl. It was seconds from crashing down. His face was so close that his cheek brushed mine as he wrapped his fists into the lines behind me.
...more
imma fucking SIMP, please ruin me sir…
I willed myself to unclamp my fingers from where they were tangled in Saint’s shirt. He was still holding on to me.
“All right?” His words were half broken between breaths.
SIR
I was suddenly being pulled. Saint’s face appeared over the side of the ship, his ice-blue eyes finding me. But they were missing the calm that usually lived there.
BRO AINT PLAYING HES IN LOVE
At any moment, I could take my last breath. That single truth felt like an infinite space inside of me. Where anything could happen.
I looked up from my boots, catching Saint’s eyes on me. They ran over my face slowly, as if he were trying to read my thoughts. Or maybe he was remembering, like I was, what he’d said moments before that wave came down on the ship. Could get used to this.
I could get used to him too
