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  For my mom and for Eric—for the ridiculous amount of love and support they give me.

  And to Jeff Bryan—for always letting me bounce ideas off him.

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Dedication

  Prologue: Ours

  1. Midnight Swim

  2. Capri

  3. Pursued

  4. Mother

  5. Stargazing

  6. Cornered

  7. Picnic

  8. The Cove

  9. Lost

  10. Hangover

  11. Ravenous

  12. Pearl’s

  13. Rebellion

  14. Revelations

  15. Remember Me

  16. The Dirty Gull

  17. Falling

  18. Discoveries

  19. A Way Out

  20. Coping

  21. The Island

  22. Confessions

  23. Peace

  24. Monsters

  25. Poor Voyager

  26. True Form

  27. Helpless

  28. Pact

  Stay Tuned

  Also by Amanda Hocking

  About the Author

  Copyright

  PROLOGUE

  Ours

  Even over the sea, Thea could smell the blood on her. When she breathed in, it filled her with a familiar hunger that haunted her dreams. Except now it disgusted her, leaving a horrible taste in her mouth, because she knew where it came from.

  “Is it done?” she asked. She stood on the rocky shore, staring over the sea, her back to her sister.

  “You know it is,” Penn said. Although Penn was angry, her voice still kept its seductive edge, that alluring texture she could never completely erase. “No thanks to you.”

  Thea glanced back over her shoulder at Penn. Even in the dull light of the moon, Penn’s black hair glistened, and her tanned skin seemed to glow. Fresh from eating, she looked even more beautiful than she had a few hours before.

  A few droplets of blood splattered Thea’s clothes, but Penn had mostly been spared from it, except for her right hand. It was stained crimson up to her elbow.

  Thea’s stomach rolled with both hunger and disgust, and she turned away again.

  “Thea.” Penn sighed and walked over to her. “You know it had to be done.”

  Thea didn’t say anything for a moment. She just listened to the way the ocean sang to her, the watersong calling for her.

  “I know,” Thea said finally, hoping her words didn’t betray her true feelings. “But the timing is awful. We should’ve waited.”

  “I couldn’t wait anymore,” Penn insisted, and Thea wasn’t sure if that was true or not. But Penn had made a decision, and Penn always got what she wanted.

  “We don’t have much time.” Thea gestured to the moon, nearly full above them, then looked over at Penn.

  “I know. But I already told you, I’ve had my eye on someone.” Penn smiled widely at her, showing her razor-sharp teeth. “And it won’t be long before she’s ours.”

  ONE

  Midnight Swim

  The engine made a bizarre chugging sound, like a dying robot llama, followed by an ominous click-click. Then silence. Gemma turned the key harder, hoping that would somehow breathe life into the old Chevy, but it wouldn’t even chug anymore. The llama had died.

  “You have got to be kidding me,” Gemma said, and cursed under her breath.

  She’d worked her butt off to pay for this car. Between the long hours she spent training at the pool and keeping up on her schoolwork, she had little time for a steady job. That had left her stuck babysitting the horrible Tennenmeyer boys. They put gum in her hair and poured bleach on her favorite sweater.

  But she’d toughed it out. Gemma had been determined to get a car when she turned sixteen, even if that meant dealing with the Tennenmeyers. Her older sister, Harper, had gotten their father’s old car as a hand-me-down. Harper had offered to let Gemma drive it, but she had declined.

  Mainly, Gemma needed her own car because neither Harper nor her father readily approved of her late-night swims at Anthemusa Bay. They didn’t live far from the bay, but the distance wasn’t what bothered her family. It was the late-night part—and that was the thing that Gemma craved most.

  Out there, under the stars, the water seemed like it went on forever. The bay met the sea, which in turn met the sky, and it all blended together like she was floating in an eternal loop. There was something magical about the bay at night, something that her family couldn’t seem to understand.

  Gemma tried the key one more time, but it only elicited the same empty clicking sound from her car. Sighing, she leaned forward and stared out at the moonlit sky through the cracked windshield. It was getting late, and even if she left on foot right now, she wouldn’t get back from her swim until almost midnight.

  That wouldn’t be a huge problem, but her curfew was eleven. Starting off the summer being grounded on top of having a dead car was the last thing she wanted. Her swim would have to wait for another night.

  She got out of the car. When she tried to slam the door shut in frustration, it only groaned, and a chunk of rust fell off the bottom.

  “This is by far the worst three hundred dollars I ever spent,” Gemma muttered.

  “Car trouble?” Alex asked from behind her, startling her so much she nearly screamed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  She turned around to face him. “No, it’s okay,” she said, waving it off. “I didn’t hear you come out.”

  Alex had lived next door to them for the past ten years, and there was nothing scary about him. As he got older, he’d tried to smooth out his unruly dark hair, but a lock near the front always stood up, a cowlick he could never tame. It made him look younger than eighteen, and when he smiled, he looked younger still.

  There was something innocent about him, and that was probably why Harper had never thought of him as anything more than a friend. Even Gemma had dismissed him as uncrushworthy until recently. She’d seen the subtle changes in him, his youthfulness giving way to broad shoulders and strong arms.

  It was that new thing, the new manliness he was beginning to grow into, that made her stomach flutter when Alex smiled at her. She still wasn’t used to feeling that way around him, so she pushed it down and tried to ignore it.

  “The stupid piece of junk won’t run.” Gemma gestured to the rusty compact and stepped over to where Alex stood on his lawn. “I’ve only had it for three months, and it’s dead already.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” Alex said. “Do you need help?”

  “You know something about cars?” Gemma raised an eyebrow. She had seen him spend plenty of time playing video games or with his nose stuck in a book, but she’d never once seen him under the hood of a car.

  Alex smiled sheepishly and lowered his eyes. He had been blessed with tan skin, which made it easier for him to hide his embarrassment, but Gemma knew him well enough to understand that he blushed at almost anything.

  “No,” he admitted with a small laugh and motioned back to the driveway where his blue Mercury Cougar sat. “But I do have a car of my own.”

  He pulled his keys out of his pocket and swung them around his finger. For a moment he managed to look slick before the keys flew off his hand and hit him in the chin. Gemma stifled a laugh as he scrambled to pick them up.
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  “You okay?”

  “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He rubbed his chin and shrugged it off. “So, do you want a ride?”

  “Are you sure? It’s pretty late. I don’t want to bother you.”

  “Nah, it’s no bother.” He stepped back toward his car, waiting for Gemma to follow. “Where are you headed?”

  “Just to the bay.”

  “I should’ve known.” He grinned. “Your nightly swim?”

  “It’s not nightly,” Gemma said, though he wasn’t too far off base.

  “Come on.” Alex walked over to the Cougar and opened his door. “Hop in.”

  “All right, if you insist.”

  Gemma didn’t like imposing on people, but she didn’t want to pass up a chance at swimming. A car ride alone with Alex wouldn’t hurt, either. Usually she only got to spend time with him when he was hanging out with her sister.

  “So what is it about these swims that you find so entrancing?” Alex asked after she’d gotten in the car.

  “I don’t think I’d ever describe them as entrancing.” She buckled her seat belt, then leaned back. “I don’t know what it is exactly. There’s just … nothing else like it.”

  “What do you mean?” Alex asked. He’d started the car but stayed parked in the driveway, watching her as she tried to explain.

  “During the day there are so many people at the bay, especially during the summer, but at night … it’s just you and the water and the stars. And it’s dark, so it all feels like one thing, and you’re part of it all.” She furrowed her brow, but her smile was wistful. “I guess it is kind of entrancing,” she admitted. She shook her head, clearing it of the thought. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a freak who likes swimming at night.”

  That was when Gemma realized Alex was staring at her, and she glanced over at him. He had a strange expression on his face, almost like he was dumbfounded.

  “What?” Gemma asked, beginning to feel embarrassed at the way he looked at her. She fidgeted with her hair, tucking it behind her ears, and shifted in her seat.

  “Nothing. Sorry.” Alex shook his head and put the car in drive. “You probably want to get out to the water.”

  “I’m not in a huge rush or anything,” Gemma said, but that was sort of a lie. She wanted to get as much time in the water as she could before her curfew.

  “Are you still training?” Alex asked. “Or did you stop for summer vacation?”

  “Nope, I still train.” She rolled down the car window, letting the salty air blow in. “I swim every day at the pool with the coach. He says my times are getting really good.”

  “At the pool you swim all day, and then you want to sneak out and swim all night?” Alex smirked. “How does that work?”

  “It’s different.” She stuck her arm out the open window, holding it straight like the wing of a plane. “Swimming at the pool, it’s all laps and time. It’s work. Out in the bay, it’s just floating and splashing around.”

  “But don’t you ever get sick of being wet?” Alex asked.

  “Nope. That’s like asking you, Don’t you ever get sick of breathing air?”

  “As a matter of fact, I do. Sometimes I think, Wouldn’t it be grand if I didn’t need to breathe?”

  “Why?” Gemma laughed. “Why would that ever be grand?”

  “I don’t know.” He looked self-conscious for a minute, his smile twisting nervously. “I guess I mostly thought it when I was in gym class and they’d make me run or something. I was always so out of breath.”

  Alex glanced over at her, as if checking to see if she thought he was a complete loser for that admission. But she only smiled at him in response.

  “You should’ve spent more time swimming with me,” Gemma said. “Then you wouldn’t have been so out of shape.”

  “I know, but I’m a geek.” He sighed. “At least I’m done with all that gym stuff now that I’ve graduated.”

  “Soon you’ll be so busy at college, you won’t even remember the horrors of high school,” Gemma said, her tone turning curiously despondent.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Alex furrowed his brow.

  Gemma leaned closer to the window, hanging her elbow down the side and resting her chin on her hand as she stared out at houses and trees passing by. In their neighborhood, the houses were all cheap and run-down, but as soon as they passed Capri Lane, everything was clean and modern.

  Since it was tourist season, all the buildings and trees were lit up brightly. Music from the bars and the sounds of people talking and laughing wafted through the air.

  “Are you excited to get away from all this?” Gemma asked with a wry smile and pointed to a drunken couple arguing on the boulevard.

  “There is some stuff I’ll be glad to get away from,” he admitted, but when he looked over at her, his expression softened. “But there will definitely be some things that I miss.”

  The beach was mostly deserted, other than a few teenagers having a bonfire, and Gemma directed Alex to drive a little farther. The soft sand gave way to more jagged rocks lining the shore, and the paved parking lots were replaced by a forest of bald cypress trees. He parked on a dirt road as close to the water as he could get.

  This far away from the tourist attractions, there were no people or trails leading to the water. When Alex cut the lights on the Cougar, they were submerged in darkness. The only light came from the moon above them, and from some light pollution cast off by the town.

  “Is this really where you swim?” Alex asked.

  “Yeah. It’s the best place to do it.” She shrugged and opened the door.

  “But it’s all rocky.” Alex got out of the car and scanned the mossy stones that covered the ground. “It seems dangerous.”

  “That’s the point.” Gemma grinned. “Nobody else would swim here.”

  As soon as she got out of the car, she slipped off her sundress, revealing the bathing suit she wore underneath. Her dark hair had been in a ponytail, but she pulled it down and shook it loose. She kicked off her flip-flops and tossed them in the car, along with her dress.

  Alex stood next to the car, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, and tried not to look at her. He knew she was wearing a bathing suit, one he’d seen her in a hundred times before. Gemma practically lived in swimwear. But alone with her like this, he felt acutely aware of how she looked in the bikini.

  Of the two Fisher sisters, Gemma was definitely the prettier. She had a lithe swimmer’s body, petite and slender, but curved in all the right places. Her skin was bronze from the sun, and her dark hair had golden highlights running through it from all the chlorine and sunlight. Her eyes were honey, not that he could really see the color in the dim light, but they sparkled when she smiled at him.

  “Aren’t you going swimming?” Gemma asked.

  “Uh, no.” He shook his head and deliberately stared off at the bay to avoid looking at her. “I’m good. I’ll wait in the car until you’re done.”

  “No, you drove me all the way down here. You can’t just wait in the car. You have to come swimming with me.”

  “Nah, I think I’m okay.” He scratched his arm and lowered his eyes. “You go have fun.”

  “Alex, come on.” Gemma pretended to pout. “I bet you’ve never even gone for a swim in the moonlight. And you’re leaving for college at the end of the summer. You have to do this at least once, or you haven’t really lived.”

  “I don’t have swim trunks,” Alex said, but his resistance was already waning.

  “Just wear your boxers.”

  He thought about protesting further, but Gemma had a point. She was always doing stuff like this, but he’d spent most of his high school career in his bedroom.

  Besides, swimming would be better than waiting. And when he thought about it, it was much less creepy joining her swimming than watching her from the shore.

  “Fine, but I better not cut my feet on any of the rocks,” Alex said as he slipped off his shoes.

  “I promise to keep y
ou safe and sound.” She crossed her hand over her heart to prove it.

  “I’ll hold you to that.”

  He pulled his shirt up over his head, and it was exactly as Gemma had imagined. His gangly frame had filled out with toned muscles that she didn’t completely understand, since he was a self-professed geek.

  When he started to undo his pants, Gemma turned away to be polite. Even though she would see him in his boxers in a few seconds, it felt strange watching him take off his jeans. As if it were dirty.

  “So how do we get down to the water?” Alex asked.

  “Very carefully.”

  She went first, stepping delicately onto the rocks, and he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance of copying her grace. She moved like a ballerina, stepping on the balls of her feet from one smooth rock to the next until she reached the water.

  “There are a few sharp stones when you step in the water,” Gemma warned him.

  “Thanks for the heads-up,” he mumbled and moved with as much caution as he could. Following her path, which she’d made look so easy, proved to be rather treacherous, and he stumbled several times.

  “Don’t rush it! You’ll be fine if you go slow.”

  “I’m trying.”

  To his own surprise, he managed to make it to the water without slicing open his foot. Gemma smiled proudly at him as she waded out deeper into the bay.

  “Aren’t you scared?” Alex asked.

  “Of what?” She’d gone far enough into the water to lean back and swim, kicking her legs out in front of her.

  “I don’t know. Sea monsters or something. The water is so dark. You can’t see anything.” Alex was now in a little over waist-deep, and truthfully, he didn’t want to go any farther.

  “There’s no sea monsters.” Gemma laughed and splashed water at him. To encourage him to have fun, she decided to challenge him. “I’ll race you to the rock over there.”

  “What rock?”

  “That one.” She pointed to a giant gray spike of a rock that stuck out of the water a few yards from where they swam.

  “You’ll beat me to it,” he said.

  “I’ll give you a head start,” Gemma offered.