Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,18

wouldn’t you know English? I think something crazy as shit is happening here, but I don’t have anyone to ask any questions to. I’m stuck in my head and I’m freaking out, but then you look at me and all my panic goes away, and I know that’s not right either,” I ramble, then promptly shut up because he can’t understand me anyway.

Without another word, because really, what’s the point? Aaric guides me toward the biggest ship in the middle. I’m not surprised that his is the biggest, he’s the biggest of all the men, it would make sense that he’d want a big ass ship too.

Chapter Six

LIV

Okay.

The ship looked grand and beautiful. That is, until we were all settled and I tried to find the captain’s quarters, you know, assuming that Aaric is the captain. There are no captain’s quarters, because there is no under part of the ship.

I grip the side of the boat, holding on for dear life as the water splashes over the side. My stomach rolls, but since the only thing I’ve eaten is some stale bread and chunky stinky cheese, I don’t have much to throw up, thankfully.

Sensing someone standing over me, I glance to the side. Aaric is standing tall next to me, his arm lifted as he holds on to a tall railing of some kind. He looks down, his hair wild and whipping around his face, his beard full and deliciously sexy.

He looks like the king of the sea.

Aaric the Sea King.

My breath hitches, my body begins to heat, and if I could tackle him right now, I would. But I can’t, because even if I tried, I’d probably be thrown overboard.

He shouts something, his lips turned up in a huge shit-eating grin. This is what he loves. This is his thing, like separating and eating peanut butter M&M’s by color, like organizing my space, is my thing. This is what he was made for.

He is in his element and he looks absolutely breathtaking.

I can do nothing but watch him, but take him in, fully, in his happiness.

Suddenly a thought enters my head. What if I can make him smile that way? Is it possible? Do I want to be here long enough for it to happen? There is only one answer and I’m afraid that if I think it, it will come true and I’m not really sure that I want it to, yet.

Thoughts of my family flash in my head. My sisters, my parents, their sad faces appear in my mind and then I’m suddenly brought back to the meeting I had the night before I woke up in this strange place.

The private detective gave me his findings on my sister, Sybilla, which were basically nothing at all. Her apartment was untouched.

He’d found zero evidence of a struggle.

Her car was in the parking garage of her building, her phone was plugged into the charger on the nightstand, food in the fridge. Her purse and keys were on the desk, in fact, her deadbolt was locked. The only way he could get in was the extra set of keys that I had mailed him.

I spent a month’s worth of rent to discover absolutely nothing about her. I don’t know how I’m going to pay my rent next month, but I had to know where Sybilla was, and I didn’t even find that out.

My sisters and I all live in different parts of the country from one another. We sent copies of our apartment keys to each other, making sure if anything ever happened, if it was ever needed, then we all had a set of keys to each other’s places.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about Sybilla right now, when I’m likely on the verge of death and a wild man is standing above me shouting into the storm. He’s fucking crazy, but my heart blooms inside of my chest as I watch him.

Suddenly thoughts of my sister fade away and all I can think about is this man, this big beautiful man standing above me, over me really. Then it hits me, he’s loving this, but he’s also protecting me.

My heart slams against my chest at the thought. Protection. No man, other than my father, has ever offered me any kind of protection. This one doesn’t know me, has slept with me a couple of times, and he’s standing guard over me.

It’s beautiful.

My belly clenches and heat fills my body. Closing my eyes, I try to will the sensation