My Husband’s Half Brother’s Possession
I slightly nudge the sand beneath my fit.
Whatever that necklace was, I shouldn't have touched it.
I looked above the sky, it was a bruised violet, bleeding out like an open wound, while the ocean lunged at the shore with ink-black waves and foam like bared teeth. Every retreat of the tide made a grinding growl, as if the sea were trying to drag the land into the deep.
The wind was a cold, salt-heavy lash that whipped my hair across my eyes. It whistled through the jagged rocks—a hollow, mourning sound that felt like a secret whispered into my ear.