Fiorentina
“Radu is here!” Fiorea flitted about happily.
Why in seven hells was he here? I thought grumpily.
“Why is he here?” I asked in a more respectful tone.
“Oh, I believe he wants to start courting the young mermaids,” Mother swam towards us, adding to my annoyance.
“Shouldn’t he announce that he is coming to call on the mermaids?” I wanted to know.
“He does not need to do that,” my sister said, widening her eyes at me as if everyone should know that sea gods could do whatever the hell they wanted.
I was in no mood for such nonsense so early in the morning, with my arm throbbing and my mood sour from the memory of being almost killed. I could not even tell my family that I was still nursing a traumatic encounter. I mourned how my hopes of becoming friends with humans had
