Page 31 of Siren in Love (In Love #1)
Corvin
C orvin didn’t know what the accepted standard was, but he felt like he’d been handling the revelations of the past few hours extremely well.
He’d taken the stalkery ex in stride, and he’d not been overly superstitious when Peter the Terrible had, for some reason, booked them into the honeymoon suite prematurely.
I truly am Saint Corvin. Oh, should I be calling Peter Peter the Vampire now? Fuck. He lied to me. That copy of The Origin of Species was totally dedicated to him.
Corvin thought he’d taken a lot in his stride, and quite frankly, he was positive he deserved another week at the resort, except without the zombies.
Yes, that really is a revelation. Zombies are a thing. The zombie preppers got it right. Who’d’ve thunk?
What Corvin was in no way willing to take—in stride or otherwise—was his fiancé drowning.
He watched as a pale hand grabbed Mike by the throat. Whatever cool siren magic Mike had used to tame the water stopped, and they went from walking on wet sand one moment to trying to get air into their lungs the next.
Peter tried to reach Corvin as the ocean descended on them, but Corvin instead turned to Mike, who—like a complete and utter idiot—let go of Corvin’s hand.
Corvin held on though, and while the salt water stung his eyes and drowned his screams, he could see the outline of the zombie clutching Mike’s throat, could see Mike, a pleading look on his face.
Corvin knew he only had moments, because if he let go of Mike now, there was no way he’d find him again. Not at night, not with zombies in the water trying to drown them, and not with one of those clinging to Mike.
The trowel , Corvin thought, even as his lungs began to sting from lack of air.
Forcing his limbs to fight against the cold water and the current that tried to pull them apart, Corvin yanked on Mike’s hand, dragging himself forward along Mike’s arm, all the way to his shoulder. The zombie was trying to bury its teeth in Mike’s neck.
You fucking corpse! Stay dead. Corvin shoved the improvised weapon at the corpse, slowly, because the water pulled against his muscles, making them burn and ache.
He managed to get the dull blade into the zombie’s eye socket, and with the air he had left in his aching lungs, he drove the trowel into the zombie’s brain, forcing it forward and deeper.
The zombie stilled, and its grip on Mike’s throat eased. Corvin wanted to breathe, desperately, but there was water all around. He had no idea where up was.
Everything went dark around them. The ocean had them.