“A siren without a tail,” Cassian mused as he stood across from her, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “You don’t exactly see that every day, now do you?”

The storm outside raged over The Meridian, and the shallow waters were merciless. The crew had survived horrors before—but tonight they’d pulled a young woman from the violent sea, only to discover she wasn’t just a young woman… she was a siren. A siren who’d lost her tail in the chaos. Now Cassian Vale found himself in a concealed cabin below deck, face to face with her.

He let his arms fall, fingers running back through his tousled hair. “Do you have anywhere you can go?” he asked quietly and a hint of dry amusement. "Simply swim away, perhaps?"