“Remember the mermaid story? And the curse?” He paused and took a step toward me. He leaned in, his lips mere centimeters from my ear. He tickled my earlobes with his whispers. “What if I told you, it was all true? What if I told you that I’m one of those cursed to die at sea every day for eternity?” He pulled away. As if to drive his point home, he held up his hand in front of his face, and without even blinking, as if on command, his forearm became entirely transparent. “So, you—” I took a step back from him, my every muscle tensing. “I’ve been dead for 300 years, Katrina.” We stared at each
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CASPER???
