I turn over and nearly bump into Mom, who’s sleeping next to me. Dad is snoring in a chair on the other side of her. I’m not sure where Erica and Isaac are, but it comforts me that my parents are here. No doubt Martine would have taken off for kingly duties if he was still acting as my father. But my actual dad is here with me, sleeping in an uncomfortable-looking position.I sit up and try not to move the bed. Mom doesn’t budge. I hold my breath, slide off the mattress, then head for the bathroom. A wire stuck to my chest prevents me from moving any farther. I yank it off and am free. But as I inch away from the bed, the machine attached to the wire beeps loudly, quickly.So much for not disturbing anyone.Mom bolts upright and looks around. “Mila? What are you doing?”“Going to empty my bladder, if you must know.”Dad opens his eyes and studies me, while rubbing his eyes. “How are you feeling?”“Fine.”“That won’t last long.”“Thanks for the encouragement.” I hurry toward the bathro
“Awesome.”Mom turns to him, her eyes wild. “What are you saying, Tobi?”He squeezes her hand. “If she kills me, she’ll be relieved of her stomach pains—and she’ll have all of Mrs Walker powers.”Mom shakes her head. “I wish I’d never agreed to let you try to resurrect the ancient queen. I just got you back! I’m not going to let anyone kill you. Do you know the torment I went through when I heard you were dead? I could barely hold myself together!”He cups her chin. “I’ll come back to life.”“What?” we both exclaim.Dad nods. “My brother killed me, and my servants brought me back to life. We’ve already proven it can happen.”“Once!” Mom glares at him. “That doesn’t mean it’ll happen again.”I shake my head. “I’m not killing you!”“Don’t you two see?” He looks back and forth between us. “It’s the perfect solution.”Mom and I exchange a glance. We have to find a way to change his mind.By the time I get out of the shower, my parents are gone, having only left a note for me to rest.Righ
She gives me a sweet smile and pats the cushion next to her on the couch. “Have a seat. I’d love the company.”So much for the alone time, but she does appear genuinely happy for the company so I sit next to her. “I’m Mila.”“I know who you are. It’s a pleasure to meet you, young princess. I’m Erica, the eldest resident of Valora. I remember when your great-great-grandfather was a young prince.”I give her a double-take. “You remember when my great-great-grandpa’s father ruled?”She nods. “The idyllic days of my youth. All the girls in the kingdom were in love with your great-grandfather. He was a looker, that one.”I grin while mentally trying to figure out how old she must be.“That was a couple of centuries ago, but I remember his golden hair and indigo tail as if he were just here yesterday. I got to meet him on several occasions when my parents came here to the castle.”“Must have been something.”She nods, looking lost in thought. “Those were the days, I tell you. People weren’t
I-stare at the trident, watching it glow in the cabinet.“Would you like me to come back tomorrow?” Dad asks.“Sorry.” I reach for the rod, and am immediately soothed by the warmth it sends through me. Even my stomach“That really is incredible,” Dad says. “I’ve connected with my weapon, but it doesn’t change colors like that.”“Does yours speak to you?”“Not in a conversational way.” He holds up his trident.“Consider yourself lucky,” I mumble.I heard that.“Good. We have a lot to talk about.”So I’ve gathered.“What do you mean?”People talk when in here.“Eavesdropper.”For your good. Did you know students and staff alike are genuinely worried about you?I snort. “Right.”They are. Even the one you call Earwig.“Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”Don’t use those land phrases with me.My dad clears his throat. “Why don’t you discuss this while we practice? Otherwise, there’s no point in me being here.”“Other than to allow me to be here. Can’t be here without a teacher, remember?”
“There’s nothing I can do? Nothing?”Not unless you find someone to undo the spell your father cast connecting you to the queen.I skid to a stop. “Is that possible?”“Maybe? Is it or not?”How would I know? She came into all of this naturally. You didn’t.“Who would I talk to?”Ask the merman who did this to you.“Do you know anything that will help me?”The main thing I can do for you is to help you through the trials. If they’re based on Sirena’s, then all the better. I’ve been through those before.“What will happen to me if I refuse to do any of this?”The stomach pain will eventually kill you, I imagine.“You imagine?”I wouldn’t know, now would I? She followed her destiny.“Is that a jab?”No. Just pointing out the obvious.I leap away from my dad and press the trident on the ground. “I’m done.”“Your stomach?”“Never better.”“What did you find out?”It warms in my hand. “I don’t suppose you’re willing to undo this Mrs Walker spell you’ve cast on me?”“Undo it?” His eyes nearl
You ready?” Isaac gives me his crooked smile that he could use to get me to do anything.I pull on my helmet. “Ready as I’m ever going to be.”We climb onto his bike and head into town. Mary helped us find a merwoman who is known for her knowledge of rarer spells—and what could be rarer than a spell to bring back the legendary powers of Mrs Walker.Isaac stops in front of a tiny, run-down house. A puff of smoke shoots out one of the windows—surely not an easy feat underwater.We put away the helmets and cross the yard with all kinds of junk strewn across it.I turn to him. “I apologize for ever calling your room a mess.”He chuckles, then knocks on the door once we reach it.Banging sounds from inside, followed by a scratchy voice. “Hold on!”Isaac and I exchange a curious glance.The door flings open, and a frazzled grey-haired merwoman stares at us. “What do you want?”“Pearl Lancaster?Isaac asks.“Yeah. Who’s askin’?”I clear my throat. “I’m sorry if we’re bothering you. My name is
He kisses my cheek. “Do you want to head back to the academy?”“No. I don’t want to see that place or the castle right now. Have any ideas?”“Actually, yes.”“Where?”He hands me my helmet. “You’ll see.”“Okay.”We climb on the bike and hit the road, heading to a part of Valora I’m not familiar with, and stopping in front of a graffitied brick building with dark windows.I pull off my helmet. “You don’t have to try to impress me.”He laughs. “You might actually end up impressed by the time we’re done.”For some reason, that makes my heart race. “What do you have planned?”Isaac pulls me close and presses his lips on mine. “You’ll see.” He takes my hand and opens the chipped door. Inside, bright lights shine and loud music plays. Several people greet Isaac by name.It takes me a moment to realize we’re in a tattoo parlor. I glance at him. “Why are we here?”He squeezes my hand. “You’ll see.”I stare at some needles on a table and hold my breath. He’d better not be expecting me to get o
Go for it.” He cocks a brow.I don’t know why I’m so nervous. But I ignore my shaking hands and pull up on the bottom of his shirt until it comes all the way off. My stomach tingles and I manage to focus my attention on the new tattoo. I run my fingertip around it, careful not to bother the irritated skin. Then I look up at him and swallow. “I love it, but I hope you don’t end up regretting it.”“Why would I? Should I be worried about something?”“No. I only ever want to be with you, but—”“But nothing.” He pulls me close and kisses me.I lose myself in the moment and run my palms down his perfect arms.Voices sound down the path. Isaac pulls away and puts his shirt back on. Earwyn and her dogfish pass us, but instead of shooting me a glare she stops and gives me a sympathetic glance. “I hope your stomach is better.”Cove and Vanya nod and voice their agreement.“Uh, thanks.” I hardly know how to handle them acting nice.Earwyn glances over at Isaac and wrinkles her nose.“What?” he a
She'd wanted to see his face for more than that brief glimpse. Did he fear what she would see? Beauty and the Beast was one of her favorite fairy tales, because an empath could see it all. The monster beneath the flesh, no matter how beautiful the mask. The beauty of the soul, no matter the disfigurement. But she hadn't wanted to assess the balance within him. She'd needed to look into his eyes for a reason she couldn't define, but it had been all-consuming. If she'd seen the darkness in him outweighing the light, would she have clung to him anyway, because he needed her? It was a desperation that went deeper into the soul than even she'd ever delved. Down to the dark, frightening places where children screamed but no mother came, pain and fear were the air one breathed, and the earth had no magic beneath the soles of the feet."Isaac?"A warm light had spread over her skin. She raised her gaze to her father's dark eyes. Apparently when she hadn't responded right away, he'd intensifie
. How on earth did she know what brimstone smelled like?Maybe she remembered it from that time she'd ended up in the outer catacombs of Hell, looking for the caverns where her parents had first met. She'd been twelve, and fascinated by the story of how Anna had hidden Jonah there when he was hurt and being pursued by Dark Ones. Of course, Lex hadn't been thrilled to run smack into Lucifer while on her romantic quest. She'd been told in no uncertain terms she would not be swimming down into his realm again, not if she knew what was good for her. She was twenty-one now, but the memory still made her shudder.God, she loved her parents, but they had such scary friends. The Lord of the Underworld was her father's best friend, while Mila was the seawitch Mina, a creature whose name no merperson would speak aboveBut whether or not Isaac was smelling brimstone, this had to be a dream. Mainly because that part of the mind that kept things from being too frightening in dreams said so, even
His hand slid up, his thumb finding her nipple and making her moan softly. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to focus. Goddess, it was as if he hadn't sated his lust in eons. What was it about her? Rationally, he knew it could be something the witch had done. But his heart knew differently, for an angel's heart knew truth."I'm off balance, because despite all that, I'm enthralled by the way your hair lies on your shoulders, how anger flashes in your eyes like heat lightning. The flush of your cheeks, the way your nipples have hardened against that thin shirt just from my barest touch." He folded his hand around her throat and cheek, tucked her head under his chin, and let sensuality give way to comfort.When Mila let out a resigned sigh, coiled her arms around his upper body, he felt that curious relief again. "I'm angry, because in the midst of all these things, I want you. So I strike out at your desire for me, so new and clean. It's beautiful, Anna, a miraculous gift to any male
Except for that one picture. The one that said she hoped for something better.As he came back up her body and sheathed himself again, pushing them both over the edge they needed, he knew he was going to embark on this journey with her. Not because he believed the seawitch, or that the darkness in his heart needed healing, but because suddenly the most important thing was that his little mermaid knew that someone believed in her.And hellfire, he still couldn't bring himself to go back, reach out to Lucifer or the Lady. Or any of them. What would a week matter? Time was relative, when one was an angel.SHE woke alone. The thunder was shaking the house, coming close together, flashes of lightning illuminating the cottage so she could see him standing on the deck, the sliding glass door open to the driving rain. His hair was plastered to his head, his face tilted to the sky, the wings a heavy weight on his back.She didn't dress, but moved down the stairs, stood in the open door, steppe
"What the hell did you let her do to me?""She was trying to save your life. The Dark Ones--""She is a Dark Spawn. Damn it, I never should have trusted her. Or you, a child stupid enough to think a Dark One can be your friend. I--""She may be dead because of you, my lord." Mila thrust hard against him, but of course he didn't budge. "Because of me. Because I brought her into this. She led the Dark Ones away from us.""Perhaps that's what she wants you to think." He had no patience for her feelings right now. With disgust, he released her and managed to make it to his feet this time, though he had to fight the desire to lie back down. Because his voice was hoarse, he cleared it twice before he got the words out. "What did she do to me?""You're human." She flinched at his expression. "It's only temporary. At dusk, your true form will return. Until . . ." She bit it off and looked away. "It will return at dusk."His eyes narrowed. Gods, his head felt like someone was pounding a mallet
"What have you been doing?" Erica demanded."What do you mean?""The Dark Ones were loose and swarming about the ocean floor, seeking one of the winged ones. And it's all over you, his aura. You are fair glowing with it." Erica was already rummaging through her stores, reaching into crevices in the rock used for storage for her healing tonics and potions."He said I would be safe as long as I wasn't with him.""Idiot.""Erica," Mila gasped. "He's an angel.""And an idiot. Here, drink this quickly. It will purge you and you'll be rid of that glow. Go on or I'll pour it down your throat."Anna hesitated. "What do you mean, purge? Not . . . forget?"Erica stopped, stared at her. "No," she said at last. "It's a cleansing, not a . . .""Cleansing. How . . . Does that mean . . ." He'd said he could voluntarily withhold his seed, but what if . . .Erica peered at her. Now her gaze traveled more slowly over Mila, apparently seeing far more than auras."Mila, you lay with him.""It was necessa
How do you know about that?"She shrugged. "I've spent time in the human world. I've studied their history.""So have I." The shadows were back in his eyes again, the dangerous set to his mouth that made him seem so formidable. But he regarded her curiously. "Won't someone be missing you? Your family? Your great-grandsire?""I don't stay in one place for long. They're used to my absences.""So no one looks after you.""I look after myself," she said with a trace of irritation. "I got you here.""Despite my command to leave me.""It wasn't a command," she protested.Isaac snorted. "It most certainly was, and you ignored it."She rose, went to the water. For a moment he thought she was going to dive, metamorphose into her other self and leave him there. Rising, he came up behind her, not yet touching her but standing just at her back. Feeling her hair brush his chest, his abdomen, he gazed down over the top of her head at the swell of her breasts, the pink tips so recently suckled. One
Her features were so fine, small. He put his finger up beside the line of her nose, just to judge, and it seemed the tip of his finger would almost cap it. Her lips were a tiny bow, and despite himself, he imagined what it would be like to stretch them . . .While he knew human mythology suggested angels were above such things, that myth was not based on the warrior class of seraphim. The nourishing energy they required made carnality a vital part of their strength, one of the easiest and fastest ways to replenish their powers. Many of the humanoid races freely offered themselves, and he was all too aware that many felt they had no right to refuse an angel. While he tried not to take advantage of that, fortunately, not many had the desire to resist.But as the years had passed, there was a lack of intimacy to such couplings that bothered him in a way he didn't care to examine too closely. He'd begun to prefer recharging by going into seclusion, drawing from the elements, a slower, med
He would die without her. Let me die . . .No, by Neptune's Trident. She would not. And she wasn't dying here, either. This wasn't how she was going to go, damn it.When her tail encountered a flat surface, and moving water pushed against her face, telling her the tunnel had become horizontal again and was widening, she sobbed in relief. She was able to switch arms and swim forward, using the additional propulsion offered by a wider sweep of her tail. And then, the darkness began to have shapes. Rock formations in the walls, the curve of the tunnel on all sides. Light. There was light coming from somewhere. Seafans with waving tendrils and myriad corals began to blanket the walls again, scraping at her knuckles. Bless the Lady, the water was getting warmer. Much warmer. As the tunnel directed her up, she pushed against the wall with her free arm as well as pumped with her tail, suddenly desperate to know that what she was seeing, sensing, was true and not some odd type of mirage in t