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January 5 - January 7, 2024
Well… not my domain, exactly. His domain. Tarion, King of the Sea. The very thought of him curdles my stomach. But he and I share at least one principle. We do not try to save the humans when the ocean chooses to claim them.
“You’ve got to pay to play. The gamble for the gain.”
I narrow my eyes, sensing her anxiety. “What is it? And eat your meat with a fork, not a spoon. Gods.”
“Whatever weapon you’re hiding under your pants, you should take it out,” I tell him. “It’s poking me.”
“If I have to sit behind you on the horse, I might fall asleep and topple off,” I say ruefully. “Can’t I ride in front?” Another choked laugh from him, and he blurts out, as if he can’t hold the words in, “If we do that, I’m going to come in my pants against your pretty ass. Is that what you want?”
“Please do not eat quite so much,” he murmurs. “It’s unbecoming to a woman of your station, especially one at my side. I would hate to imagine you becoming as gigantic as my dearly departed mother.”
Oh hell no, he did not just say that. :@
Every nerve in my body is burning. I want nothing more than to tear off every vestige of human attire, explode into the tentacled monstrosity that I am, and drag this beautiful girl down into the depths with me, where I will make her writhe in desperate ecstasy on the tips of my tentacles.
daughter of the ocean, bright and savage and scintillating with repressed desire.
No—not kill him—but definitely bind him. Chain him in some dank cellar, stark naked, and pummel him with my fists until he’s bloody and beautiful—and then kiss his terrible, wicked face over and over…
He might never speak to me again. He might never beg my forgiveness, or change his mind. He might tear apart my father’s kingdom, end my father’s life, and leave me stranded on land, stuck in this form. All of that will hurt me, deeply. But I will love him anyway. Not because he deserves my love any more than Kerrin does—gods know he doesn’t. I love him because I can’t help it. Because in the Sea Witch, I hear the deepest echo of my own soul.
He throws them far out, away from the sharks. A smile breaks over my face. And he told me he wasn’t merciful. My darling liar.
“You are worth more to me than the trident.”
She sighs. “Perhaps when you love someone so much and cherish the best of them so deeply, it’s natural to wonder why they love you back. But I do. And I always will, you wild, sweet, weary, wonderful Witch.” “That’s far too much alliteration.” My voice is a hoarse, choked whisper. “Sometimes a little poetry is required.” She cups the back of my neck with her fingers and pulls my mouth down to hers. “You’re mine forever. My darling mate.”
“Gods, the soup,” I exclaim, my eyes closing at the memory. “You must try soup.”
I am done with him forever. And it seems Averil is, too. I don’t fault her for it. She does not owe him her forgiveness. If she chooses to give it someday, I will support her, but I will not encourage it. A child does not owe a parent the gift of peace after years of lies and pain.
