7
Evie
OUR CONVERSATION IS OVER, AND THE MERMAIDSswim away, their new chin-length hair streaming lightly behind as they navigate my polypi forest. But our visit is not over. I can feel it from the tip of my tentacles to the very ends of my curls.
“Why do you need their hair?” Anna asks.
“You’ll see,” I say, hoping that will stop the questions. The Anna I knew wasn’t full of questions, but that seems to be who she’s become since I gave her a voice. I suppose if I’d been left as a silent polypus, I’d have many too.
“You’re not... you wouldn’t... you can’t. If you leave us, we’ll be turned to rubble. Father—the sea king—he’ll decimate your lair.”
“I can’t leave unless he frees me, Anna,” I say, fishing the hair out of the cauldron before tying it all togetherwith twine. Once wrapped, I tuck it into the remaining ríkifjor blooms, ensuring that it’s snug and hidden. “No spell of mine will change that.”
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t preparing to leave. Why else would you need that hair? I know you’re not going to use it to bringmeback.”
“Létta.”
I silence her not a moment too soon. Runa has returned. I can only hope she believes she’s imagined her twin’s voice.
Runa has my knife clutched carefully, tightly between both palms before her chest, like she’s praying. The confidence has faded from her features, but here she is again. Unsatisfied with the bargain. She looks to me, eyes shining, and I know before she speaks that her voice will be the weakest I’ve heard it.
“She won’t,” Runa says, bottom lip rosy and trembling, her voice barely loud enough to be heard over the near-stagnant tide of my home. “She’s loved him since the moment she first saw him last year. She’s the only reason he didn’t die in that storm this summer. She wouldn’t let him die then, and she won’t kill him now... even if means her death.”
My breath catches. “Thissummer?”
The girl nods. I knew Alia had lied about the boy already loving her; she all but admitted it, but I at leastthoughtthe details of her story were true. I cock a singlebrow and ask a question that’s already been answered in the pit of my stomach. “And I don’t suppose she’s had a statue of him in her garden since she was ten?”
Runa glances down at the knife in her hands and then back to me. “Alia does have a statue, but only for the past few months. She pulled it from the wreckage and dragged it over to her garden like some sort of altar.”
I inhale deeply, closing my eyes. Beneath me, my body becomes perfectly still, tentacles like cut stone. Even my uncut curls feel weighed down by whatever is moving through my belly. Anger and revulsion—both directed at myself, not the little mermaid. I should’ve known the girl was trying to manipulate me. I’ve had sixty-six years on this earth to know better.
Finally, after a long moment, I open my eyes. “Alia told me she saved him a year ago, on the first night she saw him. She told me she’d had a statue of his likeness in her garden since age ten. And she told me that when she left him on the beach, he was found by a girl—one he believes rescued him, and therefore loves. She said she’d watched that love for a year.”
Runa’s lips drop open, color coming again to her cheeks, the fierceness in her eyes returning.
“That story isn’t correct—he’s marrying a girl from somewhere else.But”—her voice is trembling along with everything else—“if you knew all thatandwhat she hadto do in four days—why on earth did you say yes? Why on earth did you send her up there knowing she’d fail? That she’d die?”
Because I believed her love was worth it.
Because I saw myself in her. And his grandfather in him.
Because I still believe in happy endings, even when I’m a nightmare.
Runa is staring at me, and I wonder if she can see it in my face—the girl behind the years. The one who gave herself for Nik more than once and who would do it again.
“I thought her heart had had enough,” I say, and now my words are weak and threaded with all the exhaustion I don’t have the strength to hide. “I thought that she deserved a chance at love.”
“A chance?” Runa advances on me, what’s left of her curls swirling around her like a lion’s mane. “You heard all that, with all your fabled wisdom and reputation, andyou knewshe didn’t have a chance.”
“None of us knows anything for sure, Little Runa. But your sister was resolute. She sought me out, willing to fight for something she believed in. Whether she wins that fight or not, it wasn’t my place to tell her she shouldn’t try.” I clench my teeth, my fists, my tentacles. “Love is worth suffering and sacrifice if it’s true.”
“Love is worthnothingto a life if you aren’t around to live it!” Her face is screaming at me:Why can’t you see this?Haven’t you lived long enough, suffered long enough, to see that death is permanent? Haven’t you lived long enough, suffered enough, to see that death is death?“Alia should’ve been here for three hundred more years. How many times could she have loved in all those decades and not paid so dearly?”
Runa is heaving now, the knife deadly in her grip. I’m not afraid of her, but suddenly I am afraidforher.
“You don’t believe in love, do you?” I ask.
Her fingers clench white-tight around the knife. “I love my sister.”
