Against Dark Tides (Beneath Black Sails, #2)

by Clare Sager

a girl, she’d been made to feel useless. It was what ladies were meant to be—or so aristocratic society would have them believe. Pretty. Perfect. Pointless.

There would be time to wallow in his multitudinous mistakes later. Right now, they had a battle to survive.

If she never went back, she wouldn’t be able to apologise to him for being so awful. If she never went back, they’d always think the worst of her.

Her power was a curse. Her triumph was ashes. She was nothing.

Maybe that was what a storm cloud was—power that couldn’t be held too long, that needed release.

“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.”

I’ll always come for you.

Knigh Blackwood might have excellent self-control, but his hair refused to obey orders.

Painful as talking had been, not talking had been stupid.