Nimue stood with her arms spread wide, her violet eyes blazing with a hatred so intense it made the water vibrate.
That's some intense family drama.
Behind her, Vespera and Thalassa had their tridents leveled at the intruder's chest.
And floating in front of them, looking utterly bored by the threat of imminent death, was the black-tailed merman.
Keenan hovered with a lazy grace, his ruby-red eyes tracking the bubbles rising from Nimue's gills. He didn't even look at the weapons. He looked at his nails, which were black and sharp as shards.
"Put your weapon away, ladies," Keenan drawled, his voice a low, raspy rumble that scraped against Roxy's eardrums. "If I wanted you dead, I would have collapsed the gate on you ten minutes ago."
"You are not allowed in here!" Nimue shrieked, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by the ferocity of a cornered eel.
"I know, I know," Keenan waved a hand dismissively. "Exile, death, eternal shame. I heard the speech. It was very dramatic."
