Chapter 18 Salt in My Sleep
Cleo
I do not remember falling asleep.
One moment I am still sitting at the table, a worn journal beneath my hands, the lamplight flickering over sketches of water-born women and inked warnings. Aries is across from me, silent, tense, his eyes moving constantly to the windows as though he can feel...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 Washed ashore
2. Chapter 2 Healing hands
3. Chapter 3 Stirring life
4. Chapter 4 The first word
5. Chapter 5 Pulled toward shore
6. Chapter 6 From sand to cloth
7. Chapter 7 Between pulse and tide
8. Chapter 8 The way home
9. Chapter 9 Salt in the sheets
10. Chapter 10 The tide between us
11. Chapter 11 First Breaking Wave
12. Chapter 12 The House That Holds Us
13. Chapter 13 Trouble in Paradise
14. Chapter 14 Salt and Ink
15. Chapter 15 The Shape of Other
16. Chapter 16 The Weight of Dry Ground
17. Chapter 17 Daughters of the Current
18. Chapter 18 Salt in My Sleep
19. Chapter 19 The Shoreline Call
20. Chapter 20 The Pull Beneath My Skin
21. Chapter 21 Through the Veil of water
22. Chapter 22 Seeing the Tide in Her
23. Chapter 23 The Witch’s First Strike
24. Chapter 24 Ritual of the Threshold
25. Chapter 25 Echoes Beneath the Waves
26. Chapter 26 In the Stillness
27. Chapter 27 Echoes of the Deep
28. Chapter 28 The space between Tides
29. Chapter 29 Undertow
30. Chapter 30 What the Tide Remembers
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