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  1. THE WOMAN FROM THE WAVES
  2. Copyright
  3. CONTENTS
  4. Dedication
  5. PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
  6. GLOSSARY
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. THE SURFACE
  9. CHAPTER ONE
  10. CHAPTER TWO
  11. CHAPTER THREE
  12. CHAPTER FOUR
  13. CHAPTER FIVE
  14. CHAPTER SIX
  15. CHAPTER SEVEN
  16. CHAPTER EIGHT
  17. THE SHORE
  18. CHAPTER NINE
  19. CHAPTER TEN
  20. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  21. CHAPTER TWELVE
  22. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  23. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  24. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  26. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  27. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  28. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. THE STORM
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  39. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  48. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  56. EPILOGUE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. ALSO BY ROSLYN SINCLAIR
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Holding her breath, Hæra slid her right index finger inside herself. The sensation was strange. Intrusive. She wasn’t sure she liked it, although when she crooked her finger a bit, it felt better. She crooked her finger more, and then faster, like the rhythm she’d tried over her pants, and her hips lifted for more of it, calling another gasp out of her. One she couldn’t muffle.

It was wonderful! Were real human bodies like this too? If Hæra slipped her finger inside Madeleine like this, would it be just the same? Would Madeleine be wet, warm, and soft around her? Would she like it if Hæra went at her this way?

Hæra’s finger stilled. So did her mind, as she realized: she was thinking about having sex with Madeleine. About doing to Madeleine what felt so good when Hæra did it to herself.

She was thinking, in detail, about having sex with a human woman, with Madeleine, which went far beyond an idle stir of interest at the sight of a stranger.

Hæra’s mouth sagged open, slack with disbelief. She stared at the ceiling as if she’d never seen it before, her finger still wedged inside herself.

By the depths, was that what it was about? Had she acclimated so wholly to this human shell of hers that she’d acquired a whole new kind of hunger? She’d never seen it coming.

Now, though, she saw something else. When she closed her eyes, she could only see one thing. She saw Madeleine lying before her on a bed, her legs spread, while Hæra knelt over her and slid a finger inside her. The same one she had inside herself right now.

Madeleine was wet too. She was naked from the waist down because…because she hadn’t wanted to wait, she was too desperate for Hæra to have her. She was breathing quickly too, her breasts rising and falling beneath the sweater she’d worn last night at dinner. Hæra had no idea what Madeleine’s body looked like beneath her clothes, but it was obvious that Madeleine’s breasts were bigger than her own, her hips curvier.

Her body would be as beautiful as her face. There was no doubt of that. And if it had responded so thoroughly to Hæra on the beach, when it had been covered in wet clothes, then it would respond even more without them. Hæra had been naked. If Madeleine were naked too…beneath her…

If Hæra were kissing her again, only this time they were both naked, and if Hæra were also moving her fingers inside her…