It is not the Salt we conquer. It is ourselves.
So I just found out that Sargo has been abducted to a city eight thousand miles across the Salt. Which means if I ever want to see him again (which I'm pretty sure I do) I'm gonna have to embark on a treacherous voyage to get him back...
...alone.
Dangerous? Yes. Insane? Definitely. Necessary? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with the guy, so...yeah. The problem is, I'm still a massive asshole and I haven't really gotten over this drinking thing. And there might be a teleporter inside my head. Oh, and I still don't know how to sail.
Plus, ever step closer seems to unravel more dark secrets about the people that took him...and about me.
An Excerpt
"You're cold," he says.
"I'm okay."
I feel his hand on my shoulder. "Turn over. On your other side."
I do. The mattress sinks just behind me and suddenly his chest is warm and firm against my back. Heat erupts under my skin.
"Is this okay?" he says just behind my ear.
I tremble. "Yes."
I reach a hand behind my head and find his hair again, let my fingers trail through it, let them go a little farther, until they touch the soft, prickly skin of his jaw. Feeling bold, I trail one finger down his neck. He shudders, and I smile.
"You like that?"
His breath stills, and in the same moment, I feel something twitch against my ass.
My eyes go wide in the dark. I know what that is. I've only felt it once before, but I know exactly what it is. That was all it took? Those three words and my finger on his neck?
I find my voice and say, "You do like it."
He turns his face into my hair. "Yes."
