“Volturnis,” Bridgett called to the water that surrounded her island. “Are you near?”
A fin cut through the waves, zooming toward the shore at alarming speed. As before, a silver torpedo of teeth and flesh rocketed onto the beach with a loud crunching of sand. A moment later, a tall, n***d man rose up to his feet and knelt before the goddess. “Milady?”
“Your help is needed.”
“As milady wishes. Where shall I go?”
“To Venice Beach, near the jetties. Soon, if all goes according to plan, you will find a man in the water. A man who is in severe need of discipline. Bring him to me.”
“Gently?” He grinned, showing teeth that, while glowing white, did not have anything resembling a human shape.
Bridgett shrugged. “In any way you desire. Just bring him.”
Volturnis smiled even wider, until eac
