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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY VERONICA ROSSI
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Prisoner
  6. Chapter 1: Wrecker
  7. Chapter 2: Deeper Water
  8. Chapter 3: God and Time
  9. Chapter 4: A Girl Alone
  10. Chapter 5: To Hide the Truth
  11. Chapter 6: For the Blood
  12. Chapter 7: Gravity
  13. Chapter 8: Comet
  14. Chapter 9: Lady
  15. Chapter 10: Drawn from Memory
  16. Chapter 11: Own Will
  17. Chapter 12: Sword for Sonnet
  18. Chapter 13: Across the River
  19. Chapter 14: Every Minute and Every Moment
  20. Chapter 15: Friends and Foes
  21. Chapter 16: To Be Worthy
  22. Chapter 17: Shot and Shell
  23. Chapter 18: 355
  24. Chapter 19: Blood and Thunder
  25. Chapter 20: The Key
  26. Chapter 21: The Hard Winter
  27. Chapter 22: Floating
  28. Chapter 23: Homecoming
  29. Chapter 24: Return to Ranelagh
  30. Chapter 25: Reckoning
  31. Chapter 26: Spy
  32. Chapter 27: Hell Afloat
  33. Chapter 28: Frannie
  34. Chapter 29: The Seventh Fathom
  35. Author’s Note
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. About the Author
  38. What’s next onyour reading list?

“I’d thought to teach you the minuet, but I think I’ve done enough damage for tonight.”

“You haven’t.”

He smiled. “That’s good.” We stood a few moments, saying nothing. The space between us drawing me in like the warmth of a fire. Asa cleared his throat and dropped his gaze. “I don’t know why I’m still standing here.”

“You said we were going to dance.” I grabbed his hands, surprising him. Surprising myself, too. But I wasn’t going to let him leave. “So let’s dance!” I tugged him along as I began to move to the music playing above us. “I already know some country dances.”

“Frannie, no—this isn’t—I don’t know what this is.”

“Dancing!” I pulled him in a circle and began to skip. He was right—I had no idea what I was doing. When I danced at beach bonfires with Mercy, we kicked our heels and twirled so fast, we turned the world into a blur. But I was determined not to let him disappear into the cuddy. “Come on, Asa!”

He laughed. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and swept me in a circle, and we danced.

When the music ended, we were both out of breath and sweating. Asa’s eyes sparkled with such merriment, I wondered if he’d ever had fun before. And though I knew I had, I’d never felt like this. All I wanted was to get closer to him. “I just thought of my dare,” I said. “I dare you.”

“You dare me?” he echoed. But I could see that he knew exactly what I meant.

“Yes. I dare you.”

The longest second in the world passed; then he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine softly, sending heat curling through every part of me. “Frannie…,” he whispered by my ear. “Your turn. I dare you.”

I rose on my toes, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him. Asa pulled me in tight, his lips parting, his tongue sweeping against mine, and suddenly time disappeared. There was nothing beyond our mouths, gently searching. Our hands, clutching fiercely. And my heart exploding, again and again and again.

We drew apart. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. I had nothing to say, either. There was no way I could express what I felt. So I stood, wishing he was the sea so I could dive right into him. I wanted to be surrounded by him everywhere and completely. Like water.