Evie Stanton
I was sick of feeling sorry for myself.
Fuck him.
Fuck everyone here.
Then why couldn’t I stop fucking crying? My eyes burned, cheeks wet. Katarina had tied me to a support ballast in Thane’s cabin. I sat there, head bowed forward, my shirt wet from how many tears I've cried these past twelve hours.
I didn’t think I’d ever be the type of woman to cry after a man. Every man in my life looked at me like I was a possession. A trophy to parade around on their arm.
I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said.