Darkness Descending

by Devyn Quinn

  For a few beats, Addison couldn’t think to react. The tension throbbed among them for a minute or so. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what everyone on board was thinking.

  Sidney Rawlings gave his errant crewman a slap upside the head. “Stop staring. You’re being rude.”

  Regaining self-control, Addison belatedly pressed an arm over her bare beasts as she slid back into the water. “Shit,” she grated under her breath. Talk about having one’s stupid hanging out. Even though her elaborate scale pattern afforded a bit of modest cover, above the waist she was still as naked as on the day she was born.

  During those gut-wrenching minutes when she’d been underwater, her only concern had been to save the boy’s life. Eager to get him to the surface, she hadn’t given a second thought to making sure she came up in the same equipment she’d gone down in.

  It really was a mega-screwup.

  ALSO BY DEVYN QUINN

  Siren’s Call

  Siren’s Surrender