A Turn of Tides by Bella Forrest, now you can read online.
Prologue: Micah
I didn’t know what had become of Rose and Caleb.
I just hoped that, unlike me, they’d managed to get away.
After the white witch had emerged from the lower deck of the yacht, Caleb, Rose and I had managed to leap into the water.
Shortly after that, my limbs froze and I lost sight of them.
Beneath the waves, unable to even kick up toward the surface, I was sure that I would die in those waters.
The waves began to suck me backward, closer and closer to the yacht again, until my head knocked against the underside of the hull.
No longer able to hold my breath, I swallowed my first mouthful of seawater.
Even though the sea water stung my eyes, I forced them open.
Staring up at the lightening sky through the dark waters, I was so sure that would be my last vision as I felt myself sliding deeper and deeper toward the sea bed.
A second gulp of seawater.
It wouldn’t be long now.
But then, in a wave of energy that rushed from the tips of my toes to my fingertips, whatever spell that white witch had cast on me lifted suddenly.
I regained control over my limbs.
Kicking furiously, I managed to reach the surface before swallowing a third gulp.
Choking and wheezing, I grabbed hold of the closest solid thing to me—a rope hanging near the base of the boat.
I was feeling too queasy to consider the consequences of heaving myself onto that vessel.
I just needed solid deck beneath me.
Hauling myself up over the railing, I rolled over and landed on the deck.
Keeping low against the floor, I crawled toward the steps leading down to the lower deck and, tumbling down them, climbed into a long, narrow storage cupboard beneath the tub in the bathroom and locked myself inside.
Trying to steady my breathing, I hoped that the dizziness in my head would go away as I coughed up yet more seawater.
I remained still, clutching my stomach with my hands as I stared up at the dark ceiling of the closet.
I took deep, steady breaths, and finally as the faintness in my head began to lift I turned my thoughts to what I should do next.
I sniffed the air, trying to detect the scent of the witch.
While I detected it still, something told me that it wasn’t strong enough for her to be on this boat.
I sniffed the air again.
On the other hand, I sensed two new scents that I hadn’t experienced before.
It was hard for me to pinpoint exactly what they were—certainly not human, vampire, or werewolf.
But something told me that I ought not remain on this boat long enough to find out.
Shifting onto my side in the narrow container, I motioned to open the closet door when a tremor ran through the vessel.