She killed to save her son. But the ocean swallowed her into the brutal unknown.

Whip

Ife knew the sound of the crack, but she had never seen the skin slice open. Eban swung, and the bullwhip popped across the shackled man’s back. A sharp whimper rose, muffled by the wind. With every lash echoing across the bay, the leather tore deeper. Another nod, another