CHAPTER 92
“Let me go,” she said, jumping up. And this time, he let her.
Even standing, she could see nothing move. It was just the peaceful sea, as unbothered and indifferent as any other day.
“Where is he? Where is he?” she said, leaping from rock to rock, trying to get higher to see.
Mr. Wilson was far too tired to follow. “He’ll be fine. No one could beat a mermaid underwater.”
“But that final shot…” she said pitifully. What if, what if? It broke her heart, shattered it into a thousand pieces with the mere possibility that he might never rise to the surface again. Lord only knew what would happen if it became reality.
But Mr. Wilson was right. No one could beat a mermaid underwater, and with all that thrashing to pull Mr. Runington under, even if he had been hit, it couldn’t have been somewhere that caused immediate death like his heart. So he should be able to come back to her. She just had to wait.
She could not wait. “Kallias, please.”
And just like an answer to prayers, just like he could hear, there he was.