Caspian Fontaine
The air shifted imperceptibly, a subtle change that went unnoticed by all but the keen senses that defined my merman existence.
Amidst the chatter of friends lingering after the PTA meeting, I felt a disturbance – a ripple in the fabric of the air. The kind of anomaly that bespoke danger, especially when it concerned Stella. Once again, it seemed she had become entangled in the threads of peril, and I couldn't ignore the call to protect her.
Why does she have an affinity for trouble?
My movements were swift and purposeful as I left the lingering conversations behind. The urgency in my merman senses guided my steps, a silent directive to reach Stella swiftly. My friends' voices trailed after me, calling out in concern, but my singular focus remained fixed on the potenti
