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  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Author's Note
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
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In a breath that arrived in a blur, he slammed me onto my back and collared my neck with steel fingers.

“Oh, darling.” He ran the tip of his nose along my throbbing jaw and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to regret that.”

His other hand wrapped around my tangled curls, and he dragged me across the floor by my hair. I kicked and spat and thrashed into the legs of passing furniture as he hauled me aft through the length of his private quarters.

“What are you doing?” I clawed at the fist in my hair, my eyes watering from the agony of the strands ripping from my scalp. “Let me go!”

He dumped me onto an outdoor balcony that overlooked the endless black ocean. Before I could scramble away, his knee came down onto my throat. The other landed across my thighs, effectively pinning me to the planks.

A thick length of rope appeared in his hands, the end of which he efficiently tied around my wrists. I fought him, demanding answers, and cursing him to hell and back.

He didn’t give me his gaze until he’d perfected the knot around my arms. Then he lifted his head.

Blue eyes blazed down at me, and God help me, those gorgeous, hypnotizing features… He had not one feeling among them. He didn’t blink. Didn’t scowl. Didn’t smile.

I’d been captured by an inhuman, unfeeling non-smiler.

Tailwind blew off the warship’s wake, rustling his black hair and crusting my wheezing inhales with salt.

He lifted me in his arms and stepped to the balcony rail. “Do you know what happens right before the world starts spinning?”

My pulse went wild.

“No.” With my wrists tied and the waves crashing beyond the rail, I definitely did not want to know.

“You fall.”

“No!” My heart stopped as I grappled him with bound hands. But it was no use.

He raised me over the edge and hurled me into the sea.

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The rope caught, cutting off my scream and yanking the wind from my lungs.

As I continued to spiral toward the moonlit sea, the tension in the line wrenched my arms over my head and thankfully, blessedly, slowed my descent.

Too bad my heart didn’t slow. The panicked thing galloped dangerously, shaking in my chest and making me dizzy.

The fall seemed to last as long as the one I’d taken earlier from the gunwale of Jade. But this time, darkness shrouded the waves below.

No sane person went willingly into the ocean at night. Not with the deadly undercurrents, venomous creatures with soft bodies and stinging tentacles, giant nocturnal eels that hunted in packs, and man-eating sharks with an unrivaled bite force—all unseen and soundless, lurking, waiting in the dark.

If and when I hit that water, there would be no rescue boat this time. I would become part of the food chain.