I could move objects within the boundaries of my property, but I had learned that if I left and went into Stars Cove, I became less corporeal.
No one could see or hear me, not even within the perimeter of my land, and I certainly couldn’t touch anyone.
Until Finn.
I’d heard him calling me that day we met, but I had assumed he was talking to someone else. Someonealive.When it became clear he’d been talking tome, I was so shocked I could barely respond.
Then, imagine my surprise when he reached out andtouched me.
It was like his touch turned my normally transparent flesh real.
He’d been so warm andstrong and…alive.
He was everything I’d taken for granted in life.At first, the fact that he could see and touch me felt like a cruel joke. Like dangling a carrot in front of a starved animal.
There was no future between me and someone who was alive. I shouldn’t even be here to begin with.
Then, when I learned that he was here to surf the beach that had cursed me with an eternity of solitude, I’d been furious and terrified anddesperateto keep him from suffering the same fate.
It was around that time that I began to wonder if this was some sort of divine intervention.
Was there a reason Finn was here and was the only one I could see and touch?
Was Isupposedto help him survive Leviathans?
Or was this all just a cruel game the universe was playing for its own amusement?
Right now, it felt like the latter.
Because despite how hard I’d tried to avoid the inevitable… I had fallen in love with Finn Summers, and he’d fallen in love with me.
It was a fuckingtragedy,and I knew it.
We were never supposed to be together because he needed to live, and my life was already over.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
What a fucking mess.
Headlights lit up the driveway, and I turned to face the sound of tires crunching gravel.
It was Blake’s car, but once again, she wasn’t the one driving it. It was Makoa orJet.Kai and I had given him that nickname after he pulled off an insane flip over a jetski when we were teenagers.
What the fuck was he doing here?
My eyes narrowed as he made his way up to the shack, his hair pulled back in a half pony and black dri-fit shorts.
He walked right past me because, of course, he couldn’t see me and knocked on Finn’s door.
“Hey! Kid! I know you’re in there; I saw you walking up the road. Blake and everyone’s freaking out ‘cause you abandoned your shift or something.”
“He’s sleeping!” I snarled uselessly at my friend.
Of course, Jet didn’t hear me and kept pounding away on Finn’s door.
I wanted to throttle him. Finn was going through something insanely traumatic, and he needed to rest. I hated that I couldn’t intervene. I’d felt similar when he’d told me that little twat, Kyle Tully, had given him a hard time at the beach party.
If I’d been alive, I would have beaten that kid within an inch of his life for fucking with my man. As it was, I couldn’t even go to the store to buy fuckinglube,let alone fight some little asshole.
