Fiorentina
“Life on land and underwater without fear of dying, not until you are a ripe old age and with a soul.”
“Why would I want that? Do you really know what I want?”
“I know what your heart wants,” Varina claimed, a broad smile on her face.
“W-what does my heart want?”
“Two things. Two things are battling inside of you. Am I right?”
She was right. It was hard to acknowledge because it meant that I might not have the sense that everyone in Fire Coral Cove said I had. Fiorea was the heart, and I was the mind. The steady hand. Cold-blooded as the rest of me. Wholly fish.
I could only nod. I did not trust myself to speak because the rhythm of my voice could give her more clues to what was in my heart.
“You want to become human. It’s why I’m offering you a chance to live on land
