They fell silent. The rest of the trip to Mer Point was peaceful. Or at least not dangerous. As they approached the small village, Mallory slowed her pace as she caught sight of the merfolk sunning themselves on the many rocks in the shallows, the beach mostly made up of rocks.
Brodie’s jaw dropped open and he came to a stop. “Look at the mermaids lying on the rocks. They’re as beautiful as the books and stuff back home say.”
“You prefer merfolk to other races?” Danae stopped beside him.
“What?” Brodie frowned. “No. Of course not.”
“You said they’re beautiful,” Danae pointed out.
“No. I mean, I did. But that’s because I was surprised,” Brodie said.
“You wouldn’t have said it aloud if you weren’t surprised?” Danae asked.
“No. Yes.” Brodie glanced at Mallory.
She was tempted to let
