BOOK SIX: LOST AND FOUND

- LOUISA -

"I can smell it," Ward says, his eyes lighting up and his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "Fuck me, I can smell it!"

He's wearing one of those grins that makes my insides feel like mush and tilting his head toward the open window of the car. The wind pushes his auburn hair up in every direction, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy breathing in that unmistakable briny scent that means we're getting ...