{Grace}
Grace realized she'd miscalculated right around the time the Tide flipped her onto her back.
[Well, damn. So much for my smooth seduction plan.]
The Tide loomed over her, no longer just a sexy water-lady but something bigger, wilder, scarier. Her elegant features twisted into this weird mix of horny and pissed-off, those star-filled eyes narrowing like a predator spotting prey.
"You think you can manipulate me?" The Tide's voice boomed through the underwater chamber, making Grace's bones vibrate. "Like you did before? With soft touches and empty promises?"
Grace tried to sit up, but tendrils of water slammed her arms and legs against the floor. Like being pinned by ice-cold ropes that could think for themselves.
"I wasn't—"
"Silence!"
