“I’m not a wild animal! You’re the one who isolates yourself from everyone, choosing the company of humans over your own kind.”
“It’s my responsibility.”
“Because you asked for it!”
This is true. Galen, stealing an old human saying about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, asked his older brother, Grom, for permission to serve as an ambassador of sorts to the humans. Grom, being the next in line for kingship, agreed with the need to be cautious about the land dwellers. He granted Galen exclusive immunity to the law prohibiting interaction with humans, recognizing that some communication would be necessary and for the greater good. “Because no one else would. Someone has to watch them. Are we really having this conversation again?” Galen says.
“You started it.”
She crosses her arms, juts out her bottom lip. “Well, what are you planning to do? I say we arrest her.”
“We?”
“You know what I mean.”
He shrugs. “I guess we’ll follow her for a while. Watch her.”
He follows her line of sight to the water, to a dark shadow pacing beneath the waves where the girls share the surfboard. He curses under his breath.
Shark.
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