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Something snapped inside me, my anger dislodging from where I’d tried to stuff it.

“It’s I that disgusts you. I see it in the way you look at me, I feel it in the way you touch me.

” The salty air was slinking through the room now, curling between us.

I pulled in a deep, shaking gulp of it, and something in my chest vibrated.

A string, plucked. “You can’t possibly love me. You are so willing to hurt me—”

“Our binding will fix that,” he spewed.

“It won’t. It will only compel you to protect me.” My words were tight and quick. “It will not change me or your resentment. I will still be what I am, and you’ll only know misery because in your heart… In your heart you wish to kill me.”

His amber eyes pulled wide, brows sinking.

Tense and silent, he bent to retrieve the siphon and came at me with stalking steps.

He stopped when our chests touched. “If I’d wanted you dead, my love, you would be.

” A sickening shiver fell down my spine as he raised a hand into my hair and gripped it in his fist. “I’ve loved you for so long.

Did you know? Long before I begged the king for your hand.

Long before I touched you.” He shook his head.

“You gave me a shock, yes, but in her own strange way, Eusia has answered my prayer by giving me you. Your blood in my veins will make me untouchable. No Siren lure will be a threat. My men will look at me like I’m a god.

” He pressed his lips to my temple, spoke against my skin.

“I could never resent you for that, Imogen.”

The way my guts heaved made me feel like I was falling. Down and down, and my entire being knew that impact was imminent. Touching him felt vile, but I threw my arms around his neck, hoping it would stop my plummeting. “ Please. ” My mouth was at his ear. “Please don’t.”

A hot exhale against my cheek was his only reply.

It wasn’t an apology. Not remorse, nor regret.

It was a breath of disappointment, for I could not see and understand what he could—that this was best for both of us.

He bent, breaking my hold, and hooked an arm below my hips.

I wasn’t petite like Agatha. I was tall, with well-formed muscles.

My waist nipped in between full curves, but Evander could lift me as easily as one might a child.

He folded me over his shoulder and held me tightly as he carried me over the threshold of my dressing room.

“ No. ” I beat my fists into his solid back. “Put me down. ”

The air within was thick and briny. I sucked it in as Evander dropped me to my feet.

The seawater in the tub beside me glimmered in the faint light of an oil lamp one of the soldiers had left behind.

Had I been alone, I would have climbed in myself, eager for the water to make me feel fearsome instead of fragile.

“I deserve this, Imogen.” His fingers bit into my arms as he spun me.

He grabbed my chemise and ripped the back open, straight down to my waist, making space for my wings.

Panic clogged my mind. It froze my limbs.

His body was hot against my back as he spoke over my bare shoulder.

“I’ll be the captain the Sirens could not drown, and you will live well and safe up here where your instincts can’t taint you. ”

It was instinct that slashed through me then.

It sent my arm rearing back, it crooked my fingers into a claw and sent my body whirling.

My nails scraped over his forehead in an arch, then hooked into the lower lid of his eye.

Welted lines of ripped skin rose on his sun-kissed face.

A drop of blood slipped from his lashes like a crimson tear.

He growled through clamped teeth, but he didn’t strike me.

Instead, his bulky arms clamped around mine, pinning them to my side.

“It’ll be over soon.” Then my feet were off the ground.

He tipped me backward, over the lip of the wooden tub.

I gasped as he dumped me into the water.

Not from the cold, or the way my spine struck the wooden base, but at how it set me alight.

My panic dissipated. It was as if a million tiny teeth cut through me, into my sinew and bone. Into my very marrow.

Taking the water where it belonged.

Everything around me faded, even as Evander set the curved pipe into the tub near my feet and put his lips around the exposed end.

He sucked until the sea began to pour through it, then spat.

His strong fingers dug into the back of my neck, folding me toward the siphon’s end.

Its metal was sharp against my lips. Liquid spilled over my chin.

His fingers dug into my face. “Open your mouth.”

Despite everything, I wanted to taste it.

To be flooded with it. I unhinged my clamped jaw.

The pipe nicked my bottom teeth, the sound echoing through my skull.

Salt water poured over my tongue, down my throat, filling my lungs.

They grew heavy, my chest widening. I did not blink.

I did not move. I only stared up at him.

Horror contorted Evander’s face. “Imogen?” His eyes darted over me, watching as the water that would not fit inside me trickled back out of my mouth, down my chest.

Drowning should burn, and I waited for it, only to remember that I could not drown.

All I could feel was that odd plucking sensation between my ribs.

An angry heat sparking to life in the very center of me.

It grew and grew and grew until whatever was tied through me did not merely vibrate like a string—it pulsed like a vein.

Like an artery, and it poured sludgy, oil-like power, black and sick, right into my gut.

It rolled through my body like magma and when the heat hit my back, my wings ripped through my skin and unfurled. My nails stretched into black-tipped talons.

Through the hum of coursing power came a voice so soft, I thought I imagined it. The water’s words were frail and distant, like a breeze whispering round the shell of my ear, fighting to be heard.

There you are, dearest. I’ve waited so long.

I jolted. My gaze shot to Evander’s. He knelt beside the tub, watching me with relief in his tear-rimmed eyes.

He removed the siphon from between my lips, and in his other hand he gripped the curved dagger that had hung at his hip.

He would slice me open, just as deep as last time, and shackle me to him.

No, no, no.

That pulse in my gut turned white hot at the thought of it.

Then Evander went suddenly still, eyes drooping and muscles loose.

The dagger he held slipped from his hand.

It clattered against the edge of the tub as it fell to the floor.

I retched up the water from deep inside my chest, and as if commanded, Evander stood, lifted a leg, and stepped into the tub.

Blood screamed through my ears; the dark pulse in my belly thumped.

My essence slipped outside my flesh and bone and watched as Evander sank down into the water.

He was large for the narrow tub, but he managed to bring his body over the top of my own, and wrapped his arm around my winged back.

Reverently, he placed a kiss below my eye.

In a shadowy corner of my mind, I thought it curious that he would come in with me. That he’d dropped his dagger. His whole body was rigid as a new corpse above me, but his breaths kept coming. They fluttered across my mouth, like warm waves, rolling in, then sucked back out.

A Siren’s domain was the wind and sea, and even his breaths felt like my own.

So I took them.

Through the part in my lips, I drew out his air until there was none left in his chest. His face reddened as he dipped his head just below the waterline to rest it on my breasts.

The desire to drown him gripped me. I wanted his chest filled just as mine had been, and when I wished it, he pulled in a sea-choked breath.

His nose and mouth flooded. I knew the paths the water took, sensed it as it pooled inside him.

His heavy body twitched against mine.

As the beats of his heart slowed, so too did the pulsing current inside me.

It ebbed, stopped. It left me feeling full, but not satiated.

Now that I had tasted such control, such power , I understood why Evander had been so hungry for it.

My mind returned to me fully once he was waterlogged and limp.

My dressing room was silent, the lantern light steady. I pushed against Evander’s heavy shoulder. “No.” Panic sliced at me. “Gods, no.”

For a moment, I wished I could drown. I’d let his weight pin me under, and I’d drink deeply, and before the light in my eyes went black, I would see, as if they were real, all the things I’d always yearned for.

Evander’s body grew somehow weightier, bending my ribs and pulling me from the daydream of my idyllic death.

The one that awaited me would be so much worse.