Authors: Tracy Deebs
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Love & Romance, #Fantasy & Magic, #Royalty, #www.superiorz.org
I often wondered why my mother had chosen to return here. Could she really have been best friends with Hailana, like everyone said? I liked to imagine that the stories were mistaken, that they couldn’t be true, but honestly, I wasn’t so sure. My mother had abandoned her husband and three children without a backward glance. A woman who could do that, who years later could still plot to use her only daughter for her own means, was pretty much capable of anything.
Shoving the disquieting thoughts out of my head, I concentrated on clearing my mind. Doing some deep-water breathing. I needed to be as close to Zen as I could get when I went in to see Hailana, or she would dig until she found my weakness and exploited it.
Not this time
, I assured myself as I stopped in front of her chambers. Today I was not going to let her rattle me. At all. As for the electric thing? I’d play it by ear, see how it went. If it was beneficial to me, and not just to her, maybe I would ask for help in understanding my new power. And if not, then there were other ways to get the information I needed.
After knocking on the door, I waited patiently to be admitted by one of her servants. But when it finally swung open, the merman standing there was definitely not like any servant I had ever seen.
Dark and gorgeous and full of life, with piercing blue eyes that looked right through me, he exuded power from every pore. He was as tall as Kona—which meant he was huge, as my boyfriend was close to six and a half feet tall in his human form—and heavily muscled. Even more disarming than that, though, was the series of dark blue tattoos covering nearly every inch of skin between his neck and his waist. They weren’t the kind you got in a tattoo parlor.
No
, I thought as I tried to press forward into the room. These tattoos, with their slight phosphorescent glow, were like mine. Like Kona’s. Like Hailana’s and my mother’s. They were gifts from the sea, markings of true oceanic power.
I couldn’t help staring in astonishment. Not because he was the first merman I’d ever seen with such marks—he wasn’t, of course. But never before had I seen so many on one person. Not even my mother or Hailana, or even Kona’s incredibly powerful father, had close to this number.
Who is he?
I wondered as I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. And why was he looking at me like I was a present he couldn’t wait to open?
Come in, Tempest
, Hailana called from within the chamber. Tearing my eyes from her mystery guest was more difficult than it should have been, but I managed as I stepped into the large, opulent room that served as Hailana’s meeting place while she was below the surface.
I expected the merman to move aside as I entered, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood right in the middle of the doorway so that I was forced to brush against him as I passed. Jolts of electricity shot through me, sizzled along my nerve endings, and if we hadn’t been underwater I would have sworn that I’d been burned. A quick, startled look at him confirmed he had experienced the same thing. Only he didn’t look at all surprised.
Who is he
? I wondered again. He didn’t look much older than I was, but I’d learned that, down here, looks could be deceiving. After all, Kona—despite just having reached the end of selkies’ teenage years—was actually over two hundred years old.
Even more important than who the guy was, however, was the question of how Hailana was planning to use him against me. Kona would think it was crazy of me to be so suspicious, but I’d been around the merQueen long enough now to know that she never did anything without a purpose. And that purpose was always self-serving.
Come over here
, Hailana told me impatiently.
I don’t have all day, especially considering I’ve wasted most of the morning waiting around for you to wake up.
I’m sorry. My experiences yesterday left me quite … drained
.
She studied me through narrowed eyes, this frail, old mermaid who looked like she might shatter at any moment. But eight months of exposure to her had taught me that the frailty was only on the outside. Inside she was as tough, as unyielding, as a rock. And as she looked me over, I knew she was being meticulous in her search for a weakness. She found it in my almost completely healed tail.
Did one of Tiamat’s soldiers do that to you?
she asked.
Yes.
I straightened my shoulders, tried to look as healthy as possible. If she sensed I still wasn’t 100 percent, she’d poke at me until I was too weak to continue.
But it’s fine now.
Well, I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?
Shit. I obviously hadn’t done as good a job of faking it as I thought.
What do you want, Hailana?
Queen Hailana or Your Majesty!
she snapped back at me.
I stared at her with a look that was deliberately insolent.
Of course. Your Majesty
.
She looked ready to take offense at my provocation—which I knew was juvenile but so satisfying—when the merman cleared his throat.
Hailana looked at him and some of the fire died out of her eyes.
Tempest, I called you here to introduce you to my grandnephew, Sabyn. Sabyn, this is Cecily’s daughter, Tempest.
Nice to meet you, Tempest.
He stuck his hand out to shake mine, a friendly look on his face that did nothing to put me at ease. I’d learned from bitter experience with Hailana that sometimes smiles were sweetest right before you got stabbed in the back.
Even worse, the second our hands touched, electricity once again rocketed through me.
Sorry
, he told me, so softly that I knew he didn’t want his aunt to hear.
No problem,
I answered, though half my body ached from our contact.
Sabyn is going to take over your training
, the queen said.
This startled me enough that I spoke without thinking.
But why? Jared and I are doing great together.
Yes, well, Sabyn has much more experience with mermaids of your … ilk. As for Jared, he’s been transferred up to the Alaskan borders. I think he’ll do well there, don’t you?
I fought to keep my face free of the turmoil churning inside of me. Besides Mahina, Jared was my closest friend here—which was probably why the old hag had banished him. She was working overtime trying to bend me to her will, and the more I struggled to remain my own person, the worse it became for me.
Hailana could use whatever excuse she wanted, but I knew the truth. Jared was gone because he was one of my staunchest allies, and as such, was not to be trusted.
What about his family?
I asked, because I had to know. Jared adored his wife and infant daughter.
Did they go with him?
The queen looked amused—and very satisfied—meaning I hadn’t sounded as nonchalant as I had hoped. But sometimes it was hard to keep my mouth shut. She was so heinous, so determined to get me to fall into line behind her, that she never missed a chance to exert her authority.
They’ll be joining him within a few months, if things go according to plan.
I started to say something else, but she cut me off.
Enough, Tempest. We need to talk about this next phase of your training.
What if I don’t want to do the next phase? Jared said—
Jared was wrong, which is why Sabyn is your trainer now.
Her voice dropped, lost its saccharine quality. Became as harsh and vicious as she was.
You are here at my behest, Tempest. I think you’re forgetting that.
I don’t have to be here, you know.
Oh, really? Are you planning to run back to Daddy, let him take care of you against the big, bad sea witch? Tiamat would rip him apart before he even figured out he should run. And Kona?
She laughed.
You don’t actually think the selkies will accept a mermaid for a queen, do you? Oh, they all come down to play with the maids, but in the end, they marry their own kind. Always. Kona will never marry a non-selkie, and there’s no way his father would ever allow him to put a half-breed mermaid on the selkie throne—no matter how well they put up with you now.
It took every ounce of control I had to keep my jaw muscles loose, relaxed. But I managed it. I would
never
give her the satisfaction of knowing she’d gotten to me.
I don’t need anyone to take care of me.
No offense, darling, but you don’t know what you need. You may have power, you may be as special as everyone says you are, you may even
be the one who will kill Tiamat as the prophecy states, but you are nothing if you don’t understand how to manipulate that power. Sabyn can show you much more than Jared ever could.
I eyed her suspiciously. I had trouble accepting that she would do anything to help me.
What happens when I’m stronger than you?
As if I would ever let that happen.
She got up from her jeweled throne, swam slowly toward me.
You’re a weapon, Tempest
, she told me on our private line of communication.
A top-of-the-line, first-class weapon. If you aren’t careful, if you don’t do exactly what I say, that’s all you’ll ever be. One I wield and then discard once it’s finished being useful.
I will never let you break me
.
She held up one elegant, beringed hand and slowly began to make a fist, her fingers closing one after the other. Inside me, my heart stuttered as a crushing weight pressed in on it from every side. Tighter and tighter until the pain was so excruciating I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I tried not to react, tried to ignore what she was doing. But my heart was stuttering, skipping beats, and I knew, absolutely, that if she didn’t stop soon, I would be dead.
Please.
It was all I said, all I could get out, but it was enough. She opened her fist and the pressure and pain dissipated. Immediately, I tightened every inch of my tail to rigidity—it was the only way I could have stayed upright in the aftermath of her attack.
My whole body burned with mortification and hatred as I looked at her, this woman my mother had blindly served. I wanted to walk away, wanted to tell her to go to hell. The only thing that kept me standing there was the knowledge that I had a long way to go before I could take her down.
I glanced at Sabyn, saw him leaning against the back wall, a look of amusement on his face as he watched my humiliation. The bastard.
I turned back to Hailana.
When do you want me to start?
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.”
—e.e. cummings