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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. EPILOGUE
  48. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  49. Also by Adrienne Young
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

My brow creased. I tried to understand his meaning.

“We can’t get involved, Fable. He left us to deal with Zola when we were dead in the water. Now he can deal with Holland. You don’t owe him anything.”

“It’s not about owing. This is about the future of the Narrows.” It was mostly true.

He sighed, raking a hand through his waving hair. “Which is why we need to get back to Ceros.”

For me, it wasn’t that simple. If Holland got license to trade in the Narrows, it didn’t matter how much coin the Marigold had. She’d wipe out every trader within a matter of years.

More dangerous than that was the fact that the idea of something happening to Saint made me feel panicked. Afraid. I didn’t like that I was still instinctively loyal to him when he hadn’t been loyal to me. But this went beyond me begging for a place on his crew, or him abandoning me on Ceros. If Holland got ahold of Saint, I was going to lose him forever. And it didn’t matter what he’d done, or why. I couldn’t let that happen.

West couldn’t see that. He never would.

“Tomorrow, we’ll leave Bastian and go home,” he said.

I nodded, reaching up to take his hand.

He stared at me, his eyes dropping to my mouth. But he didn’t move.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I whispered.

“I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me to.”

I stood, lifting onto my toes. He pressed his forehead to mine before he parted my lips with his, and I let out the breath I’d been holding since I woke up on the Luna. I wanted to cry, the ache in my chest breaking open and filling me with relief. Because I’d been here before, over and over in my dreams since I’d left the Narrows. But this time, it was real. This time, I wouldn’t wake. West was living and breathing, warm in my arms. And the feel of him touching me was humming in every drop of my blood.

I don’t know what I had expected him to say or what explanations he would have for the past. But West had none.

More than that, he didn’t even have regrets.

I don’t know what that makes me.

His words whispered back to life in my mind as I touched his face and his arms tightened around me. But I didn’t feel afraid of him the way I thought I would. I felt safe. I didn’t know if I could love someone like my father, but I did. With a love that was deep and pleading. With a love that was terrifying.

And I didn’t know what that made me.

NINETEEN