Midnight crept over the camp like a thief.
Grace paced between Meridian and Petriel's sleeping bodies, her stomach twisting. She couldn't get that conversation with The Tide out of her head—the way those black eyes had looked at her like she was the goddess herself.
"Going somewhere?"
Grace jumped so hard she nearly soiled herself. Diana stood behind her, arms crossed over her bare tits. As usual, she was topless, because heaven forbid the woman ever wear a full set of clothes.
"I... was just getting some air," Grace lied.
"Bullshit." Diana's eyes narrowed. "You're going to meet Water Tits, aren't you?"
"Diana—"
"We already talked about this. I'm coming with you, remember? I'll stay back, but I'm not letting you face that watery demon alone."
Grace ran a hand through her hair, yanking it so hard she nearly scalped herself.
"Fine. Just... stay hidden, okay? If she sees you, this whole thing might go sideways."
Diana grinned.
