After that sweet massage, Caspian had found a new activity to disturb Roxy with.
Whenever he came close, with his gills fluttering, Roxy knew he wanted a massage.
Roxy stood by the fire pit, wearing her royal silk robe, her hair tied up in a messy bun secured with a silver chopstick she'd found in the loot chest.
She looked less like a captive landwalker and more like the exhausted but fabulous manager of an exclusive boutique.
"So," Roxy said, crossing her arms and looking at the three figures floating in the entrance of the cave. "Let me get this straight. You told them."
"I did not tell them," Nimue corrected, flipping her impossibly glossy, vanilla-scented braid over her shoulder. "I merely existed near them. They saw the changes in my hair, and they demanded answers."
Nimue drifted further into the air pocket, looking smug. Flanking her were two other mermaids, both radiating power, danger, and intense skepticism.
