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Prologue

A HEART WAS LIKE a sea

In one beat, it could be ruthlessly cold, cavernously deep, and protective of its secrets, yet in the next, it could be blissfully warly clear

That was my heart

A coht

Hate and lust

Forgiveness and revenge

But if I were the sea, then Sullivan Sinclair was the shark

Sleek and sensual, effortless and cruel, he was the predator of the ocean, all while I was the keeper of his livelihood Not only was I his goddess, to rent and pawn, to earn untold treasures from her flesh, but I also harboured his secrets and buried his truths in my bottomless heart

Withoutand patrolling, hunting and surviving, his lifetime a monotonous replay of the day before

But the sea wasn’t monotonous

Each day was different

Te

Crystal-spangled and serene in the afternoon

That was my heart

That was the breadth of ht me

The crevices and cracks were the veins surrounding the stubbornthrough those veins, granting

Not because I had to win, but because of the tiny cruod who’d captured me His ability to hide a thousand shipwrecks was almost as impressive as the sea’s capacity to house a million creatures

Sully Sinclair said I had the power to ruin him

I believed him

So bound us that we couldn’t explain

But that wouldn’t be ould destroy him

A tidal wave of injustice and anger, of loneliness and lust was cresting inup the shadows, ensuring I wasn’t just a droplet caught in a bottle but an entire tsunami just on the horizon