Todos os capítulos de Tides of Grace: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 18

Damien's obsession made him follow Marrine wherever he could.At first he told himself there was nothing wrong with it.Port Haven was a small town.Everyone knew everyone else.They knew where people went.Who they talked to.Which houses belonged to which families.Which fishermen had returned from the sea late that day.Following some one in Port Haven was not difficult.You simply followed them.You kept your distance.You acted busy.You pretended you were going somewhere else entirely.Damien was good at pretending.He had perfected the skill long before Marrine had come into his life.He could smile at dinner while his father talked business.He could shake hands with men he despised.He could compliment women he did not care for.He could stand in chandeliers at charity galas and make everyone believe he was exactly the young man his parents wanted him to be.But when it came to Marrine, pretending was hard.He wanted to know everything.Wherever she went.Whoever she spoke to

The person who answered the phone sounded bored.Not cautious.Not suspicious.Not even remotely surprised.Just bored."As in the Department of Anomalous Entities. How can I help you?"Damien stared at the telephone in his hand.For several long seconds, he said nothing.He had imagined this conversation to be different.He had imagined alarms ringing as he told them, a room full of government officials suddenly realizing that a young man from a small coastal town had uncovered something that they had spent decades trying to hide.He imagined power.Instead, he heard a man yawn.His fingers tightened around the phone."This is Damien Rivers. I'm reporting a marine humaniod living in Port Haven."There was a pause."Sir, filing a false report is a federal offense.""I'm not lying.""That's what they all say."Damien's jaw tightened."I have pictures."The boredom in the man's voice dissapeared, replaced with something slightly more serious."Sir, what pictures?""Of her.""Who?""Her

Port Haven's Town Hall was packed that night.All the folding chairs were taken, and the people standing behind them were shoulder to shoulder, crowding the walls under the dim yellow lights, whispering in anxious clusters.An odd kind of heat hung in the air, despite the cold wind at the boarded-up windows.Fear and curiosity in equal measure.Some had come because they were afraid.Others because they wanted answers.A few simply because they wanted to see a show.Outside, the sea was rough.The waves crashed against the harbor wall harder than ever, sending up white spray that hung like ghosts in the night air.Inside, Damien Rivers stood at the front of the room, his hands resting lightly on the remote control in his hands, a carefully constructed mask of amusement stretched across his face, not a trace of the satisfaction burning in his chest as he surveyed the sea of faces before him.Behind him, the council members sat, along with two local business owners, Reverend Collins of

Three weeks of waiting passed before Zeke arrived at Marrine's side with a proposal.Three weeks,to Marrine, was three years.Port Haven had not been kind to her after the town hall meeting, but what was to come was far worst.Fear had twisted itself into the very fabric of the town, and the unease that had plagued Marrine in the streets had grown to something greater.Faces that had once been friendly turned away as she passed, some crossing themselves, others whispering.Children were shushed by their mothers, as if Marrine's very presence brought something unwanted.Even the sea had changed, for the worse.The familiar landscape that had been her comfort had become something alien, watching her with waiting eyes.Every night she heard her voice beneath her dreams, calling her.Daughter.Sometimes it was far away, distant and unreachable, but other times it was right beside her, as if it had been speaking directly into her ear.Come home,it said,but Marrine had no idea what home