The sky had turned black and angry by the time Captain Isolde decided the night was ready for its final act.

A violent storm had rolled in from the west, whipping the sea into white-capped fury. Rain lashed the deck of the *Siren's Revenge* in heavy sheets, thunder cracked overhead, and lightning illuminated the ship in brilliant flashes. The crew had secured the sails and tied down everything loose, but the main deck remained open, a perfect stage for what was about to happen.

Amelia Voss was no longer just a prisoner.

She had become the ship’s offering.

Thick shibari ropes bound her tightly to the main mast. Her arms...