Moonlight tricks?
No. I saw it.
And no whispers now.
“I won’t let you go back there,” he finally says, his voice low and rough, still facing away.
I shake my head, pulling myself back to my sanity.
“I’m not asking to go back there alone. I’ll need you. You’ll wait outside. I’ll show you every backdoor and secret exit. I’ll let you know exactly where I’ll be so you can get me out if anything goes wrong.”
I shift toward the edge of the bed and place my feet on the floor again.
“My father doesn’t go there anymore. Hasn’t in a while. That won’t be a problem either.”
He finally turns around, eyes sharp.
“Who’s the VIP?”
My heart skips.
Does that mean... he’s in?
Malec
Could it be that the pull I feel toward her is because of the blood in her veins?
She’s carrying the blood ofmy kind, and my chest twists at the thought. How can something so forbidden feel… magnetic? My mind races—how did they even get close enough to catch one? How did this happen without my knowledge?
Myko’s already acted. Huntresses in our ocean are moving quietly, avoiding detection, hunting elsewhere for now. He also sent a huntress to Mal-El, so my grandma could warn the other cities in our ocean.
I lean back against Pedro’s SUV, shoulders pressing into the cool metal, but my eyes never leave Roran’s back. She’s guiding Chris and Kayla, laying down the rules as we wait for my father in the parking lot. Every gesture precise, every word sharp. I can’t believe I actually let my sister help.
I draw a deep breath, hands shoved into my pockets, trying to anchor myself. Earlier, she almost saw the real me—the part I’ve spent years hiding. And I can’t shake the memory of how closeI came to taking her soul, how easily it could have happened if I hadn’t yanked back fast enough.
The thought leaves a heat in my chest that no amount of distance can cool.
I lost control when her soul called to me. That black, shattered soul moved in waves—pulling on strings I didn’t even know I had.
The way she bites her lower lip when she’s nervous? It’s damn near impossible to keep control around her.
I’ve never cared for the women who threw themselves at me, desperate, begging, destroying themselves in front of everyone just to get my attention.
I never blinked. I never dared to try. Not with who I am. Not with the weight I carry.
But withher?
My gaze slides down her long, wavy hair, following the curve of her perfect ass that hardens my cock without effort, all the way down to the white Jordans Chris probably gave her.
She’s too simple… and too complicated at the same time.
I don’t want anything to do with her—and I wanteverythingto do with her.
Jaw clenched, I shake the thought from my head.
She’s not mine. I’m not hers.
I’m going to keep my word and rescue her sister. And with the Red Dock’s location—where her ‘medication’is produced—I’ll find the missing merfolk.
