Into the Fog (Fisher's Bay 1) ✅

It's Time

Remy sat back at his desk and rubbed his face. He needed to be focusing on the current crisis facing the town, but he couldn't stop thinking about Nadia. Something that was very quickly becoming his new normal.

Even now, he could feel the soft thrum of the bond between them, urging him to go back to her house. To come clean about everything they were currently keeping from her.

Over and over again, his thoughts kept returning to her. Wondering how her arrival in town was connected to the murders - if they were connected at all. They must be. It was far too much of a coincidence that she would arrive in town, he would discover she was his fated mate, and suddenly fishermen are showing up dead in the waters around the town. Of course, he didn't think she was behind it, but it could possibly be whoever it was that had hidden or taken away her supernatural essence.

Groaning, Remy rubbed his face, finding more questions than answers crowding his mind despite having a long Council meeting yesterday and more reports from the deputies and the patrols. They had figured out nothing about what had happened at the bar, though Remy now wondered if Tate was right in suggesting it was connected to Nadia.

Maybe it meant that her Havsfru side was returning.

There was also nothing new about the murders. Remy had spent most of the night out on patrol, hoping he could sniff something out where no one else had. He told himself it was also partly to give his warriors a break, but as Chloe and Tate reminded him, it was also because he couldn't stop thinking about Nadia as well.

Or her eyes.

To say he had been thrown for a loop when he walked into the kitchen and saw her with violet-blue eyes would be putting it mildly. Remy hadn't even considered the possibility that she had been wearing color contacts.

There was no denying now that Nadia was Ms. Ingrid's granddaughter. The old woman had told him that all Havsfru have that eye color, though they turn silver when they use their gifts. It was how he could know if he was in the presence of one of her kind when they took human form.

At least he finally had some answers. But it still left him with troubling scenarios. Remy needed to find out who had messed with Nadia and why.

Gods, why the hell was Cian taking so damn long to get here?

Remy leaned forward on his desk, his eyes scanning over the documents before him as he forced himself to stop thinking about Nadia. He needed to focus on this. How someone was getting through their borders and killing residents.

Remy went over the diagrams of all the injuries on the two men filled with Doc's scratchy handwriting detailing everything he found. There was nothing there that Remy hadn't already been expecting. Doc firmly believed both men were killed by Havsfru - or at the very least something that mimicked a Havsfru.

His eyes then drifted over to the reports that Tate had given him on what they found out at Roger and George's cabins. He wasn't sure why he kept going over them when there was nothing new to learn.

It was just as Tate had said - nothing was out of sorts and it was like Roger stepped out in the storm and never came back. There was absolutely no evidence of foul play and the storm had washed away anything outside of the house that could have given them something to work with. Which was aggravating.

They had no leads.

And no idea how to track the merfolk responsible, if it was truly merfolk. Yet another thing on his already impossibly long to-do list was to do more research. What Remy couldn't understand was why a Havsfru would choose now to come on shore and attack people in his sleepy little town.