Shayna’s first surfing session of the summer is interrupted by the screams of a mother who has lost her little boy in the water. Without regard to her own safety, Shayna swims out, rescues the boy, but must escape the clutches of something far worse than she could have ever imagined – mermaids.
Compelled to answer the sirens’ call, the boys of Shayna’s town are drawn to the sea, but when they return are afflicted by an unknown illness, a sickness which is draining them of their life force. Unable to tell anyone about the mermaids, Shayna and her friends are forced to solve the mystery before it’s too late, and in doing so, Shayna will finally have to face the full force of her powers. Whether she’s ready or not, she will have to face her true nature.~Excerpt from Chapter 9
“Hey, you,” I said as Jensen opened the front door before I could even knock. He had a strained look on his face, like he was upset with me but was trying not to be. “I know you said you were fine, but I don’t believe you,” he said by way of greeting. “I woke up last night feeling like something happened to you.”
“Want to talk out here or can I come in?” I asked feeling a little awkward.
“Oh,” he cleared his throat, “yeah, sure.” He stepped aside to let me in.
We walked to the kitchen. Jensen opened the cupboard and pulled out two glasses, setting them on the counter that I was leaning a hip against. He moved to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade, pouring us each a glass. Once he’d put the pitcher away and walked back over to me, leaning his opposite hip against the counter, mirroring my stance, he raised an eyebrow at me.
“It was just a bad dream,” I said. “Okay,” I sighed as he continued to stare at me, “a really, really bad dream.”
“Bad dream like ‘Ian bad dream’?” he asked, referring to his evil twin brother.
“Yeah, like Ian bad,” I said with a nod before I sipped the sweet lemonade. I went on to fill him in on all that he had missed since he and I had run into the boys on the beach.
“Wow,” he said finally when I was finished. “You’ve been busy.” It would’ve been funny if he didn’t look so upset.
“Yeah, kinda.” I could feel the tension snapping in the air between us, but as usual I couldn’t read him.
“So when you texted that you were fine, you weren’t really fine,” he said, setting his glass on the counter.
“Jensen,” I started to say, but he picked up a hand and waved me off.
“No,” he said, “I get it; you didn’t want to talk to me about it.”
“No, I didn’t,” I agreed, setting my own glass down. “I texted you after I had woken up, after passing out from pain from the dream. I didn’t want to talk to anyone right at that moment.”
We stared at each other for a few silent moments. I thought about leaving, realizing he had made his mind up about being mad at me, I just wish we could have done this over the phone. I felt like shit seeing the anger on his face.
“I guess,” he paused, staring at me, “I guess I understand that. It just would’ve been nice if you had answered your phone this morning.”
“I had to go replenish my power and then I saw Deb, I didn’t hear my phone.”
“You went to see Deb,” he said it low, more to himself than to me. I couldn’t read his emotions, but he was obviously mad that I had turned to someone else when I was in need. I had no idea what to say to fix this; we were fighting like a boyfriend and a girlfriend even though I had tried very hard to make sure that couldn’t happen.
At a loss for words, I stepped forward, closing the small distance between us, wrapping my arms around his neck and rising up my on my toes to press a kiss to his red red lips. His fingers found the tops of my hips, pressing into the bone as he gripped, almost hurting, but stopping at just this side of pain. I pressed my hips into his and was rewarded with a soft rumble in his throat that vibrated against his lips and into my mouth, tasting as sweet as honey.
Jensen broke our kiss with a frustrated noise. “It’s just so damn hard to know something is wrong with you and not be able to do anything about it.”
“Jensen, it was a dream, there isn’t anything any one could do about it. It’s just part of my whole deal,” I willed him to understand but was met with stony silence. Just as I was about to pull away from him and leave he caught me in his arms and crushed his lips to mine again, desperate and hungry for an outlet for his frustration.
A swirling energy rose up inside me and I remembered all of that power I had replenished on the mountain. A spark snapped between our bodies, zipping up to our joined hands and darting between my hips and his fingers. Jensen broke away from me in a gasp at first, but as I locked eyes with him, feeling the power practically glowing behind my eyes, he grabbed me suddenly and lifted me up. My legs were around his waist in a second and he was walking us out of the kitchen and down the hall.
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