*Sabrina*
The room is quiet except for the soft creak of the hull and the distant hum of the crew above. I sit on the edge of the narrow cot in the room I share with Isla, my knees pulled up to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around them. She’s somewhere topside, probably helping with dock prep, and pretending not to notice I’m missing. I should be helping, too, but I can’t move.
My body remembers everything: the way he touched me, the way he whispered my name. I gave myself to him without hesitation, and without fear. That’s never happened before with anyone. I’ve never wanted it to, but with Gabriel, I submitted completely.
I press my forehead to my knees. My throat burns, and I feel weak. Now he thinks I’m a liar. I should have known better. I knew this would happen eventually—kn
