Fiorentina
The dagger burned. I had been cut before, several times over, since I was a troublesome child who often courted danger. This time, it was different. The sting seemed to reach my soul, burning me up from inside.
When I reimmersed in water, my skin cooled down a little, but the fire was still there – raging. Just like the first time I had to return to the water, I had to sink instead of swim downwards. I hope it would not become a habit because the prince would not stop me from what I wanted, even if I had to bring a weapon next time.
Near the coves, I swam towards Tante Mercelle's home. There was no way I would let my mother see me like this. She would not let me rise to the surface again if she did. Perhaps it was wise not to go again. I did not know that these humans coul
