*Gemma*

Connor left me with the feeling that he’d dunked a bucket of cold water over my head.

Aeryn?

I closed and locked the door, resting the back of my head on it. I’d never prayed to the Moon Goddess as much as I did in the past few hours, but damn, did I need her luck.

***

I stood on the shore, white sand between my toes, eyes closed to the midnight breeze, breathing in the brine. The lapping of the sea lulled my restless ...