I opened my eyes, having returned to my darkened room. Confusion heavy on my heart, I pushed back the covers and headed for the bathroom. I splashed refreshing, cold water on my flushed face. Where had I just been? And who was that man? I pulled my hair up into a bun, checked out my reflection in the mirror, and gasped. I quickly let my hair back down and leaned in closer. Well
The streaks shimmered slightly in the bathroom light. It was kind of pretty; ethereal almost. Unless it spread and I ended up with a head full of blue hair. I giggled at myself and jumped back in bed. If I woke up looking like Smurfette in the morning, so be it. I was too exhausted to worry about it.
“Seriously? Permanent highlights?” Carmen crossed her arms over her chest with disdain, “Do you know how many people would kill to have those?”
“Something tells me aqua wouldn’t be their first choice of color,” I laughed, and adjusted my bags as we left Maren Hall on our way to the marina.
“Maybe you’ll start a new trend!” Phoebe shrieked. “I can already picture the cover of Glamour Magazine: Blue highlights: Not just for sea Goddesses anymore…”
“Somehow I don’t think it’s going to catch on, Phoebs.” I couldn’t help giggling at her, but I was also secretly hoping Finn wouldn’t think they were weird. My heart skipped several beats at the thought of him. I couldn’t wait to spend an entire weekend with him, even though I had no idea what we would be doing. Of course, we could be cleaning the beach house from top to bottom and I wouldn’t care as long as we’d be together.
Once arriving at the marina, three very tan, very good-looking dark haired guys met us on the boardwalk and took our bags. Ian, his black onyx necklace and diamond stud earrings catching the light of the sun, and two guys I assumed were Cage and Ricker. Although Finn talked about them, I had never actually met them. Ian wrapped his arm around a glowing Phoebe and kissed her gently on the lips, while the other two turned toward the yacht. If I had thought it was impressive the night of the Ball, it blew my mind in the sunlight. Several times larger than Olivia’s, the Sons’ yacht dwarfed all other boats docked in the marina. From what I could tell there were four levels, as well as a large deck on the bow and stern. On the top level a smaller, more secluded deck overlooked the rest of the boat.
“Aren’t you going to introduce Stasia to your friends?” Carmen looked expectantly at Ian.
“Cage, Ricker…Stasia,” he gestured at each of us in the world’s shortest introduction ever.
“Nice to meet you,” Cage smiled genuinely at me and then made a face at Ian who was too busy kissing Phoebe to notice. Cage’s full head of curly dark hair and warm brown eyes matched his laid back style. His plaid swim trunks told me he was ready to get this vacation underway. I instantly liked him. Ricker was a little more reserved with short hair and light blue eyes. He was tall, with a lean build and simply nodded his head at me. I saw Carmen narrow her eyes at him as he twisted on his heel.
“Finn and Liam are already on board,” Ian informed us as the six of us ascended the ramp attached to the back deck.
We entered through the same door we had the night of the ball, but instead of continuing in to the sitting area, we climbed a small staircase. The second level could be best described as the ultimate man cave. On the far side of the room a pool table, foosball table, air hockey game, and a couple old-school arcade games littered the deep red carpet. Directly in front of us were several large black leather couches and fluffy armchairs facing a large flat screen TV on the wall. In the corner a small kitchenette housed a refrigerator, microwave, and sink. Maybe this was where the Sons were while everyone else was hanging out at school. You’d have to drag me off of this boat if I had unrestricted access to it.
Someone was splayed across one of the leather couches watching ESPN, but he jumped up at our entrance. His pale skin and unruly blonde hair that he kept tucking behind his ears made him stick out like a sore thumb amongst Ian, Ricker and Cage. He had warm green eyes that shyly darted toward Willow. He effortlessly hopped over the back of the couch and introduced himself with a cute boyish smile.
“I’m Liam,” he announced before Ian could introduce me. His khaki shorts hung low on his hips, his blue plaid boxer shorts peaking out below a white t-shirt. His height and the impressive muscles of his upper body had me placing him in the Triton category. He was at least 6’4. My assumption was confirmed when I caught sight of a trace in the shape of a trident along his calf as he inched his way closer to Willow.
“I’m Stasia,” I told him.
“Charmed,” he bowed to me and glanced back at Willow; clearly trying to impress her by being funny.
“Nice to meet you,” I held back a chuckle.
“Finn’s upstairs. He told me to send you that way when you got on board,” Liam gestured up another small flight of stairs. It’s no wonder most wealthy people were always in shape. When your boat has five flights of stairs and your house is a million square feet, you either needed roller skates or plenty of stamina. I left the others and headed upstairs in search of Finn.
The next level held a small sitting area with a glass door leading to the control deck, but it appeared to be empty. I continued climbing the stairs to the top level, hoping to find him there. At the top of the stairs, I stepped into a modest bedroom. Old world nautical artifacts decorated the room. An antique telescope sat on a tripod in one corner, a seventeenth century compass and octant sat on the nightstand, and a weathered wooden ship’s wheel hung on the wall above the bed. A low bookshelf full of books and more artifacts ran the length of one wall. A photograph in a simple black frame caught my eye and I strode over to the shelves to get a closer look. It was a younger Finn in the arms of Natasha; him laughing while she looked down at him with unending love. It made me smile, but also sent a wave of sadness through my heart; reminding me of what I never had. As my eyes scanned the rest of the shelf, something else jumped out at me.
A double axe lay on its side, the serrated blade glinting in the sunlight. The handle was encrusted with diamonds and black onyx, giving it a menacing, but captivating appearance. I slowly ran my finger over the jewels and noticed an engraving on the blade. Finn’s full name was written in an elaborate script. It was beautiful and deadly, just like its owner. Engrossed in its splendor, I almost missed the savage presence looming above on the next shelf. As my eyes flitted upward, they were trapped in the chilling eyes of an actual skull and crossbones. This wasn’t bought in a costume store, this was the real deal. Its crooked teeth were slightly yellowed with age and the bones themselves were more of a brownish color. The two long bones were held together with what looked to be an old piece of wood and the skull sat atop them. As my blood turned to ice, I fell backward and tripped over the black braided rug that covered the wooden floor. Unable to tear my eyes away from its haunting eye sockets, I jumped out of my skin at the sound of Finn’s low, ghostly voice.
“I see you’ve met my father.”
