Dark of the Depths

I might be sea trash. But the Seelie is forgetting just how hazardous sea trash can be.

What could be worse than the Seelie fucking prince knowing the one secret that could get me killed and using it for his little blackmailing games?

The seething anger in my chest that reminds me far too much of hurt.

A broken mermaid with a broken heart she shouldn’t even have? Just the thought of it makes me want to sink a knife into someone.

I’ve been stripped of everything that made me who I was, shoved into a new body, and thrown among the Unseelie to become the toy of their depraved dreams. The Fae Gentry I’m surrounded with were only ever meant to be a means to an end.

Lachlan my way into the palace. Blair my ticket to the princess. Sorcha my mark.

I was never supposed to…connect with them.

And I certainly wasn’t supposed to be falling for the lure of those who’d want nothing more than to see me dead.

Except the darkness within me has a mind of her own, and she’s hungry for the sharp, sinful depths of those who make her purr.

There’s only one choice I have left.

Kill them all before they consume me.