Renesmee, a mermaid who broke a sacred law, is exiled to live in the human world for retribution. But her other half, Sardina, fights to find a way to reunite them again.
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I hated emotions.
I hated being weak. And emotions made me weak. They made everybody weak. That's why I evaded those damn emotions. Every time something steered in an emotional direction, I ran.
Yeah, that was my response. Flight. Ambling away from any danger I couldn't fight was my lifetime routine.
And Sardina was all that — emotions.
She had this energy around her that I sensed the moment we caught each other's eyes. Something deep, eerie, overwhelming. Something that stirred up eccentric feelings inside of me. Something I hated in the instant.
She looked so helpless. Hovering there with death written all over her adorable, gorgeous face. That was enough to make me pounce on that prick of a man who was right above her. That and the fact that seeing someone else who wasn't me being in that proximity with my best friend just erupted a volcano of temper inside of me. A fury I could neither name nor fathom its source.
Perhaps I was just afraid that he might harm her. Yeah, just that. Only that. Anyone would feel enraged if someone tried to hurt their best friend. It was common sense.
But I felt it again when I grabbed her hand.
That stir of emotions. That wave of too many feelings flipping, flailing over one another like the Pisces fish. Fast and faster until I couldn't tell whether my accelerating heartbeat was from the constant running or the fire slowly igniting because of our handhold. I had never been so conscious about being skin on skin with someone until I held my best friend's hand after twelve years.
That touch.
Our touch.
Our casual, ordinary touch. Our sudden fingers intertwining. Sardina's small hand in mine, making me wonder how her overall petite figure would feel against mine. Wrong train of thoughts. So I cut them off and tried to think of a thousand other meaningless things. Anything to stop me from thinking about my best friend like that. Anything to force my sinful desires that had erupted from the ocean knew where. I shoved them into an abyss.
But the way her eyes darted all over my body and lingered on my face from time to time had me wondering what the fuck was up with me. Perhaps it was because I had ignored my body those needs for a while. Maybe I just needed to go home and lay my girlfriend. That was the appropriate train of thought to have. Yet I hadn't the desire for it. I've never even looked at my girlfriend thatway. Heck – I had never been taunted by such kind of abrupt animalistic urge to bed a woman, despite my obvious attraction towards them.
I was that lesbian who always knew she liked girls, but neither kissed nor touched one. I had never felt the desire to . . . until now. Until my eyes landed on this beauty from the sea — Sardina Okeanos. My best fucking friend. In all her brain damaged future empress of Bleawille striking ocean eyed lovely glory. And the way she knew how to pull it so well fucking irritated my brains out. I didn't even think it was possible for someone to look that beautiful when disheveled, wearing a dress inside out with a pink blonde mane looking like lightning had struck it.
