Page 165 of Daughter of the Dark Sea

Raiden growled in response, the sound resonating through the arched chamber. The towering, black-paned windows vibrated, and crystal chandeliers rocked, twinkling glass chiming.

“What do you propose we do? Just sit and wait it out for him to attack first?” His voice grew fervent, and his power rippled around him like a constant shield—a shimmering diamond layer. “What if they’re taking her memory again? We’ll have to start from square one and—”

“Raiden. . .”

He released a sharp breath, air escaping his lungs as he stumbled into the table. Aryn jolted as Raiden’s hands slammed down onto the surface, steadying himself. Deep in his mind—a flutter of a connection. A gentle breeze carrying salted ocean, and warming vanilla.

“. . .please help me.”

“Kordelia.” He glanced up, meeting Aryn’s gaze, whose golden eyes were so wide, his power leaked into the edges. “She needs me.”

To be continued . . .