Callum woke to the same darkness and a sound that was unfamiliar to him, not. It was the soft splashing of water—the sound he had literally lived in for a couple of days. Though he did feel that something was off. What—
And he finally got it. He’d lived in the water so it had practically become a part of him. As if he and everything in the water—the waves, the bubbles, the way it gently stroked his skin—were one. But this time, the water was far from him, and somehow, he felt inexplicably betrayed. He’d been violated. He was so filthy even Silkwater wouldn’t want him to be a part of it and had spat him out. Callum began to shake.
“Hey.” A tap to his cheek made him jump, and he whirled to his side. He had been so preoccupied, he hadn’t noticed the things around him. Or the fact that Ainsl
