Coconut Grove a rush of blood booms in my ears,

erzulie laughed again. a blueberry! she was preparing to tease him when the man slid confidently in the water, cutting its surface like a pale shark. the harlot, sensing a playful challenge, slipped into the ocean to follow, toes gripping the silt below as she was embraced by the cold lapping once more.
"nevah," erzulie declared. "salt in my veins." wintertime upon the sea was one of my favorite t'ings." ironic, the jezebel supposed, grinning once at rosencrantz, that she should love the ocean so very much despite being born into humidity.
erzulie dipped her head beneath the surface.