***James***
We leave the gym and I am feeling rather apprehensive. I have just agreed to do gym sessions with bulky, supernatural men. I have done it again...Serena's insistence that she can protect herself, despite being true, has once again hit me a little.
But she does not know what I think I know and she also does not want to know, so all I can do is address it on my own for the time being.
Serena needed to be protected.
The mermaid who appeared to me might just be over-cautious, but to me it feels like a fundamental fact, something engrained in me.
As we enter the kitchen diner, Austin is pouring some fresh tomato soup into several bowls.
"That smells great, is that basil?" I ask, as Serena and I sit down at the table.
"It is indeed. All ingredients grown less than an hour ago
