Crossing the isthmus between Grandisle and Wildisle is safe only during low tide; even then, one rogue wave will sweep the intrepid crosser into the sea. It’s winter – aka rogue wave season.
Violette, only daughter of one of Grandisle’s grandest families, shouldn’t be here.
’We gotta stop this, babe. It’s gonna kill me if you die crossing over.’
‘Ringo, darling. It would kill me if I had to spent the nights locked up in my cage.’
‘I’m serious, Vee,’ he says, voice cracking.
She kisses him.
‘So am I. I will keep risking it, if you meet me or not.’