Morgan wanted to scream! It was in his head. It wasn’t Ria. The Devil was just that, the Devil. It was toying with him. It held onto his deepest fears and screwed them out for all to see. Except, until he came across her, Morgan had no idea of her existence.
Everyone knew the Devil in some way, shape or form. Morgan frowned, ready to take it right back to her.
“At least I have love. What do you have?” he sneered. “You don’t even have a family willing to look after you!”
Morgan continued to paddle backwards through mountains of separated salt towers. A slight slip of his hand sliced it open as he passed yet another on. All types of fish and sea creatures who relied on the salt water still surfaced belly up by the thousands. They bumped against his body left and right making it hard to
