"I want to see you," he whispered, his hand hovering over the place where her tail began.
Roxy stared at him.
Looking at the dry couch, a sudden, fierce longing pierced through her chest.
"Okay," Roxy whispered.
She swam over to the force field that separated the water from the air pocket. She pushed through the membrane.
The transition was jarring. One second she was weightless; the next, gravity slammed into her. She tumbled onto the soft, moss-green velvet of the chaise lounge, gasping as her lungs switched from water to air.
The iridescent pink scales that covered her lower half shimmered and dissolved. The powerful tail split, reforming into bone and muscle.
When the light faded, Roxy lay on the velvet, breathing hard.
She looked down.
She wiggled her toes. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Oh, thank god," she groaned, stretching her legs out. "I missed you guys."
