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Chapters (47)
  1. War of the Sea
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Lou
  5. Rylander
  6. Lou
  7. Lou
  8. Rylander
  9. Lou
  10. Rylander
  11. Rylander
  12. Lou
  13. Rylander
  14. 11.
  15. Lou
  16. Lou
  17. Rylander
  18. Lou
  19. Rylander
  20. Lou
  21. Rylander
  22. Lou
  23. Rylander
  24. Lou
  25. Rylander
  26. Lou
  27. Rylander
  28. Lou
  29. Rylander
  30. Rylander
  31. Lou
  32. Rylander
  33. Lou
  34. Lou
  35. Rylander
  36. Lou
  37. Rylander
  38. Lou
  39. Rylander
  40. The End
  41. Epilogue
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. About Author
  44. www.DanaClaireBooks.com
  45. Also by Dana Claire
  46. Coming February 2023
  47. Available Now!

I closed the door behind me and sat on the end of her unmade bed. The room was an utter disaster. She’d consumed most of her liquor cabinet, the empty bottles scattered about and forgotten. The clothing she'd worn in the ocean still hung, stiff and crusted with salt and gore, over her wardrobe. Logbooks and empty plates from the past two days littered the top of her desk. By the looks of things, even Hannah had been banned throughout this latest dark mood.

Meeting Lou’s impatient stare, I swallowed and lamely said, “Thank you for saving me.”

Her jaw tightened, and her hands curled into her lap, but she said nothing.

I took a deep breath and tried again. “I don’t know exactly what happened—I lost consciousness—but whatever you did saved my life, for which I’m very grateful.”

Her amber eyes narrowed.

I ran my hand through my hair, slicking it back with the sweat on my palm. She vexed and perplexed me in ceaseless currents. You’d think I was insulting her. My jaw clenched around an unspoken slew of curses. I closed my eyes, willing Zeus to provide me with strength. When I reopened them, I offered a final plea. “Aren’t you going to say anything? I’m trying to thank you for coming to my aid.”

She crossed her arms and scowled out her windows.

I stood, my caged fury breaking loose. “Fine. If you have nothing to say, I’ll go. But before I do, I have something to add. What you did was reckless and foolish. You never listen. You had one order. Stay put. And you couldn’t even do that. You could have been killed.”

Dead silence, as if I were talking to a corpse. Too riled to care, I continued my rant. “You had no idea whether the danger of song had passed. The sirens’ bodies could have trapped you the same as me. You could have digested their poison in the water. You could have drowned. You could have died a hundred different ways.”

Lou threw the blanket on the ground and jumped from her chair. Her chest bobbed with rasping, frantic breaths. She marched up to me, toe to boot. Though she stood a head shorter, her wrath filled the whole room. “I almost didn’t save you.”

I blinked, lips parting.

A bitter laugh bubbled from her chest. “At first, I chose to drown with you. I gave up.” Her voice cracked.