claws digs farther on the hem of his shirt, pulling him farther into the ocean and away from the wreckage. a shipwreck was nothing new for the marai -- and neither was luring sailors.
her eyes kept to his, wide and observant but her lips curves into a smile. “do not be wary.” she whispers to his mind, “i come to help you.”
tongue grazes against razor sharp teeth. this one would be a good feast.
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