A warm hand wrapped around her arm. Her eyes snapped open. It was too dark to know whether the shadowy figure was a merrow-man, but she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to breathe. Heat spread from the gentle touch as it slid down her forearm and found where she still clutched her hair. An odd scrape of scale abraded her skin, slicing through the lock of hair easily. No, not scale, she realized. Crystal. She clutched onto his shoulders with clawed hands and desperately kicked. If she could just get to the surface. If she could just inhale. His hand wrapped around her jaw, forcing her head
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