Against Dark Tides (Beneath Black Sails, #2)

by Clare Sager

The sea. Her beloved sea. Immense. Ancient. Ever-moving. It whispered to her gift, called her, sang to her. It would never let her down. Unlike Knigh Blackwood.

“Of course I did,” he murmured, voice rumbling through her, grey eyes more intense, more vulnerable than their steely colour. “I’ll always come for you.”