The Sea Remembers Us — Episode 9

Get out of there! Get out! Get out! So my gut had been right all along. I'd always known Opal looked different from the merfolk.

He wasn't a deep-sea mer at all. he was a new species, an extremely dangerous new species, which meant the Emerald Atoll Research Station, with zero physical barriers, was a death trap. Until my professor secured funding and the station was reinforced, I had to leave immediately. I grabbed the essentials

and launched my yacht. As the island shrank behind me, I let myself breathe. I hadn't said goodbye. That thought sat heavy in my chest. Whatever he was, he'd never actually hurt me. My professor called to make sure I'd gotten out. I'm well clear of the atroy. Thank God. I thought the worst you'd cost me was my academic reputation.

I didn't expect I'd nearly have to attend your funeral. But I had no appetite for his jokes. My voice was shaking. It's here. Opal's black hair the wind, his sleek tail cutting through the water like an arrow. He caught up in seconds. His expression was colder than anything I'd ever seen. I told myself it

it was fine. The hull was metal. I was safe. Then five pointed claws punched through the cabin wall. The metal tore apart like paper. I fell backward. The clumsiness on the dock had been an act. The moment he boarded, his tail split slowly into two human legs. He walked