Page 15 of Lost in the Dark

SINS AND SIRENS

CLIO EVANS

Dear monster-loving Human,

Within this story you will find the following—

Torture, death, cockpockets, mating bites, omega heats, possessive mates, fated mates/insta love, and more.

If any of this is not for you, please do not read.

Matt

The waves swelled beneath our boat, and for the first time in my five years out on the ocean—I felt my stomach roll.

The only light at this time of night was ours, and all I could see was the glint of the water right before it sprayed against me. The rope around my waist tightened as I slid across the deck, cussing almost as violently as the storm that battered us.

I could hear my shipmates calling to me but I couldn’t make out a damn thing they were saying.

This was one hell of a storm that had hit us out of nowhere. I’d watched the clouds form in what felt like a matter of minutes, while we’d all scrambled to pull in our netting and equipment.

The boat tipped suddenly to the side and I gripped my rope as I fought to walk up to the last of the equipment we had to bring in. The sea lurched us again, swelling and tipping the boat the other direction.

“Fucking hell!” I thundered, my temper snapping.

The sky thundered above, lightning hissing. I was thrown hard against the rail, holding on as tightly as I could so that I didn’t go over the edge. I tasted the salt, letting out another frustrated scream that was drowned by the sound of the vicious waves.

I loved the sea. Respected the sea.

The sea did not love us.

I couldn’t blame it either.

I was slammed against the railing, and this time my breath was knocked from me too. I gasped, only to take an unpleasant swallow of more salty water as it hit my face.

I opened my eyes, focusing on the darkness for a moment. The light of the ship moved and blinked, as I cursed under my breath.

Sharks? Was that what I had just seen?

Give him to me.

You hold my mate.

GIVE ME MY MATE.

I shook my head, the strong voice echoing through my thoughts. What the fuck?

Fuck the equipment. I grabbed my rope, using it to muscle my way back to the door.

The door flew open and I was met with the surly glare of the captain.

“What in the fuck are you doing, Matt?!” he bellowed, dragging me back inside.

“Trying to save our stuff!” I yelled back.

He shook his head. “Fucking idiot. Get down below and help clean up.”

“Fine,” I said, glaring.

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