Chapter 85
Seeing Diego disappear into the churning maw of the Atlantic brought back a feeling Marina had long since buried: real, cold-blooded fear. Since the night of her first change, she had walked through the world like a predator, sure that the supernatural was just a tool to be used or an enemy to be defeated. But the ocean that is currently screaming around the Obsidian wasn't a tool. It was an old, angry wrath.
The hull hit a wall of pressurized water with a huge, jarring force that shook the ship. The force was so strong that, below deck, it launched Aurora off the bed she was sleeping on. The sudden, painful crash with the floorboards woke the girl up from her sedated slumber. A scream that could be heard over the howling wind ripped through the cabin entryway.
Marina’s head
