“Killian blinks, slowly. His dark lashes lift—and his eyes are blue. Blue like the sea on a sunny day. Blue as the clearest summer sky.
A smile spreads across his face, and it’s like the dawn rising. Emma has no idea what the hell he’s grinning about; all she can feel right now is the cold misery climbing past her hips. The flow is now swift and certain, almost vindictive.
“You,” he says, and laughs, bright and carefree. […] Even though the water is still rising, color washes over his cheeks, chasing away the frost. He looks at her and grins, cocky and self-assured and vain as a rooster about to crow.
“You, Emma. Just you.”
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