For a moment, he genuinely thought the merrow might be dead, finally reaching out to touch his shoulder. Then to shake him a little more aggressively, only to yelp when a pale hand suddenly lashed out and grabbed his wrist, nearly breaking it in half. “Easy!” Alba snapped, yanking his hand away as the man blinked away his disorientation. “You haven’t moved in some twelve hours, you know. Do you need to be watered? Like a beached whale?”
