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Chapters (59)
  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

No more lies, but that didn’t mean Madeleine had to know every insignificant detail. Like how Hæra had originally intended to eat her to become a Stormhorse. She wasn’t going to do that anymore, so it wasn’t relevant. She’d be able to tell Madeleine eventually and deal with whatever look came into her eyes. Just not now.

“Let me tell you first about what I am,” she said. “Instead of what I’m not.”

The explanation ran long. By the time Hæra had finished telling Madeleine about the Each-uisge, they were sitting on the side of the hill, the damp earth soaking into their trousers.

“That explains a lot.” Madeleine wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. The wind whipped her hair. “Everything you said about your family being nomadic, and how you don’t…”

When she didn’t finish her sentence, Hæra prompted, “I don’t what?”

“How you don’t fit in,” Madeleine said slowly. “How sometimes you sort of…miss the mark when we’re talking. Behaviors that are just a little bit off, basic things you don’t know that most people would.”

Hæra’s face grew hot. Madeleine wouldn’t do much better if she suddenly became an Each-uisge. She snapped, “I’ve not done badly. I help to run a farm, don’t I? I even learned to read and do maths.”

“That’s impressive, yes.” Madeleine pursed her lips and turned back to Hæra. Her beautiful eyes missed nothing now that they’d been opened. “I want to know how you did all that,” she said. “But first, I want to know why.”

She and Hæra looked into each other’s eyes. For a moment, Hæra’s foot seemed to dangle over the edge of a cliff—the highest one on Jorsay, maybe, with a sheer face down into the sea.

“For you,” she said.

Madeleine’s face went from pale to red. She flinched but didn’t look away.

“That night changed me too,” Hæra said, her heart thundering like a storm. “Like it did you and Jonathan, all three of us. You know who I am, don’t you? Not only your rescuer, but the horse you cut free from the dock, too.”

Madeleine picked at a loose thread on her jeans. “I thought I’d drowned you when I was trying to save you.”

“You did save me. If I’d stayed stuck, either a human or an ocean predator would have found me. You cut me loose, and I was going to swim away, but then you fell into the water.”

Madeleine grimaced.

“A life for a life,” Hæra said. “I couldn’t let you drown after you’d rescued me. I dragged you ashore.”

After a pause, Madeleine said, “And then you became human.”

“No, I didn⁠—”