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“Emily sort of got turned into a mermaid and if I can't turn her back before sunset, she'll be a mermaid forever.”
“Um. What?” Melinda blurted back, unsure she had heard Michael correctly.
Riley noted her change of tone and sat up. Melinda sucked her lip anxiously, hoping she could manage this conversation without having to explain anything bizarre that might send Riley running away from her.
See. If you’d just told him what you are, wouldn’t this be easier?
Oh shut the fuck up! She let out a frustrated groan.
“You okay, Sis?” Michael waited for her reply.
“Yes. Sorry. How the heck did Emily… did this happen?” It was hard to talk freely with Riley so close by.
“I'll explain later. I’m going to need your help though because remember those bloodsuckers we told you about. Well, they're attacking mermaids now, which means they must be getting desperate to find food.”
“That means they'll be attacking people next,” Melinda mumbled.
Damn it. How will I explain this to Riley?
No time for that! I’ll just have to ditch him.
“You tell Mack yet, Michael?”
“She's on it. Gonna try to clear the beaches. Don't ask me how, no idea! Listen, I just got off the line with William. He's going to try to help Mack. If you could help them too, I can focus on Emily.”
“Yeah. Okay. Where's William?” Melinda stepped away from the cavern. Riley didn’t follow, giving her the space she obviously needed.
“Mack’s house.”
“Okay. Keep me posted, Michael. And if you need any help over your way, just holler, okay? I'll be there as fast as I can. I'll even make William super-speed me there if I have to,” she stated in a hushed whisper.
“Thanks Melinda. I think we'll be okay. I've got Mr. Jordan helping me here. Just stay safe and try to keep anyone else from getting hurt.” He paused before hanging up. “Be careful, okay Sis?”
“Of course. You too.”
He still didn’t hang up.
“What is it, Michael?”
He let out a disbelieving sigh.
“You’re not going to lose Emily,” she insisted as loudly as she dare.
“Are you sure you’re not empathic?”
“No, definitely not. I just know you.”
“Emily’s everything to me, and I’ve lost her almost three times this week. It’s like since I decided to stay on the Isle she’s suddenly a target for everything evil, or that can go wrong.”
Melinda let out a burst of air, glancing at Riley. Is this what would happen to him as well? He would suddenly become an easy target because of who and what she was?
I really need to be honest with him.
Now is not the time, and you don’t have the time!
You’re very good at coming up with excuses Melinda Howard.
See, there’s that honesty peeking out again… her thoughts berated.
“Just, get on it, Michael,” she ordered sharply, trying to keep her words to him vague. “Can’t solve anything over the phone.”
“You’re right. I'll be in touch. Bye.”
He hung up. She turned back to Riley. Just like at the quarry she was going to need to scurry away. What excuse did she use this time?
You wouldn’t need an excuse if you’d just tell him you’re a witch.
It’s not an easy, or quick, conversation! And I don’t know him well enough yet to tell if he’ll be okay with it.
Oh, but you know him well enough to sleep with him? And let his fingers explore your insides!
Oh. My. God. Shut. Up.
She looked to see Riley on his feet and staring at her. There it is. That look. He’s realizing what a freak I am. What kind of mistake he’s making…
“Everything is not okay, is it?” he said, without asking her first if everything was okay.
“Still with the perception,” she muttered, letting out a cleansing exhale.
“Nothing much to perceive really. You're clearly distraught now.”
“I am… it’s just…” What did she tell him?
“What can I do, Melinda?” His eyes pinched together, concern leaking out of his molasses gaze.
Tell me you don’t think I’m a
“Um. What?” Melinda blurted back, unsure she had heard Michael correctly.
Riley noted her change of tone and sat up. Melinda sucked her lip anxiously, hoping she could manage this conversation without having to explain anything bizarre that might send Riley running away from her.
See. If you’d just told him what you are, wouldn’t this be easier?
Oh shut the fuck up! She let out a frustrated groan.
“You okay, Sis?” Michael waited for her reply.
“Yes. Sorry. How the heck did Emily… did this happen?” It was hard to talk freely with Riley so close by.
“I'll explain later. I’m going to need your help though because remember those bloodsuckers we told you about. Well, they're attacking mermaids now, which means they must be getting desperate to find food.”
“That means they'll be attacking people next,” Melinda mumbled.
Damn it. How will I explain this to Riley?
No time for that! I’ll just have to ditch him.
“You tell Mack yet, Michael?”
“She's on it. Gonna try to clear the beaches. Don't ask me how, no idea! Listen, I just got off the line with William. He's going to try to help Mack. If you could help them too, I can focus on Emily.”
“Yeah. Okay. Where's William?” Melinda stepped away from the cavern. Riley didn’t follow, giving her the space she obviously needed.
“Mack’s house.”
“Okay. Keep me posted, Michael. And if you need any help over your way, just holler, okay? I'll be there as fast as I can. I'll even make William super-speed me there if I have to,” she stated in a hushed whisper.
“Thanks Melinda. I think we'll be okay. I've got Mr. Jordan helping me here. Just stay safe and try to keep anyone else from getting hurt.” He paused before hanging up. “Be careful, okay Sis?”
“Of course. You too.”
He still didn’t hang up.
“What is it, Michael?”
He let out a disbelieving sigh.
“You’re not going to lose Emily,” she insisted as loudly as she dare.
“Are you sure you’re not empathic?”
“No, definitely not. I just know you.”
“Emily’s everything to me, and I’ve lost her almost three times this week. It’s like since I decided to stay on the Isle she’s suddenly a target for everything evil, or that can go wrong.”
Melinda let out a burst of air, glancing at Riley. Is this what would happen to him as well? He would suddenly become an easy target because of who and what she was?
I really need to be honest with him.
Now is not the time, and you don’t have the time!
You’re very good at coming up with excuses Melinda Howard.
See, there’s that honesty peeking out again… her thoughts berated.
“Just, get on it, Michael,” she ordered sharply, trying to keep her words to him vague. “Can’t solve anything over the phone.”
“You’re right. I'll be in touch. Bye.”
He hung up. She turned back to Riley. Just like at the quarry she was going to need to scurry away. What excuse did she use this time?
You wouldn’t need an excuse if you’d just tell him you’re a witch.
It’s not an easy, or quick, conversation! And I don’t know him well enough yet to tell if he’ll be okay with it.
Oh, but you know him well enough to sleep with him? And let his fingers explore your insides!
Oh. My. God. Shut. Up.
She looked to see Riley on his feet and staring at her. There it is. That look. He’s realizing what a freak I am. What kind of mistake he’s making…
“Everything is not okay, is it?” he said, without asking her first if everything was okay.
“Still with the perception,” she muttered, letting out a cleansing exhale.
“Nothing much to perceive really. You're clearly distraught now.”
“I am… it’s just…” What did she tell him?
“What can I do, Melinda?” His eyes pinched together, concern leaking out of his molasses gaze.
Tell me you don’t think I’m a
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