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love. Anything else is just noise that will cease to have any importance the moment they stop breathing.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are, landlover? You think you know anything about our pain and what we’ve lost?” growled a black woman with beautiful long spiraled curls that flowed down her back.
Liv then realized that these women had already lost their men. It was simple math. There were only about two hundred mermen, because the island kept killing them off. Roen said so. But only about half had mates—that was one hundred. She knew because she’d seen the men at one of their gatherings on her last lovely visit. Over half wore the color red, which meant they were still single, so to speak. But Roen had also told her there were over two thousand maids. Over time, the men died, and their mates, who were bitten as was the law— thank you, evil island —became maids. So not every woman who’d been transformed back found a happy reunion. And those who found their merman still alive now got the joy of watching him die.
This wasn’t just a cluster fuck, it was an epic tragedy.
Liv dropped her head, gripping the chair in front of her. She didn’t have time for consoling them or trying to make sense of this, but she needed everyone’s cooperation. She needed to be strong and get everyone focused.
Liv squeezed the sides of the chair back in front of her. “I am Roen’s mate. Roen is the leader of this place and is the only man I’ve ever met who’s willing to put his life on the line for you, for me, and for your mates. He stood up to the island and sacrificed everything he was to free you.”
“So? Because the way I see it, we are all here. Worse off than before.” The other women nodded in agreement.
“Your mates would’ve died eventually. All of the mermen die serving her Holy Insanity. And if you don’t believe me, look around the room. How many of your mates are still alive?”
“Sixteen,” one of the women said solemnly.
Liv’s heart cried out for them. “And Roen understood that. He understood how vicious and cruelly your people have been treated. He gave everything to put an end to it.”
“What the fuck do you want from us, landlover?” said the scowl-faced brunette.
Liv shrugged. “Information.”
“She’s fucking crazy,” said one of the women. Liv didn’t see who’d spoken.
Liv slipped between two chairs and moved closer to the table. “No. I love Roen. And if there’s anything I know to be true in this world, it’s that there’s a reason for everything. Doesn’t have to be a good reason, but it’s there. There’s a reason the men are sick. There’s a reason the island is sick. All I want is to hear what you remember. Anything your men told you, anything of importance that the island has said to you. If we can understand the cause, then we might be able to help them.”
The women continued glaring at Liv.
“Fine.” Liv threw up her hands. “If I need to prove myself to you badasses, then pick one of you and let’s step outside. Because I don’t have time for this. And there’s no one coming to help, no one coming to save the men. And if you think any of you frighten me after I survived Shane’s little love shack, guess again.”
“What happened to Shane?” a petite brunette asked.
“I killed him. Not the best moment of my life. But there was no other choice. Not if I wanted to get back to this lovely paradise and help Roen.” Of course, this was a gamble sharing this information because Liv had no clue how they’d feel about a landlover killing a merman.
The women spoke amongst themselves for a moment. The gist, from what Liv could gather, was whether or not they believed her.
“Did you really kill Shane?” Amelia asked.
Liv crossed her arms over her chest. “With a butter knife.”
“Nice.” Amelia smiled. “I don’t remember much about him, but I remember he was a prick, so I hope it hurt.”
Okaaay. Well, it seemed this information
“Who the fuck do you think you are, landlover? You think you know anything about our pain and what we’ve lost?” growled a black woman with beautiful long spiraled curls that flowed down her back.
Liv then realized that these women had already lost their men. It was simple math. There were only about two hundred mermen, because the island kept killing them off. Roen said so. But only about half had mates—that was one hundred. She knew because she’d seen the men at one of their gatherings on her last lovely visit. Over half wore the color red, which meant they were still single, so to speak. But Roen had also told her there were over two thousand maids. Over time, the men died, and their mates, who were bitten as was the law— thank you, evil island —became maids. So not every woman who’d been transformed back found a happy reunion. And those who found their merman still alive now got the joy of watching him die.
This wasn’t just a cluster fuck, it was an epic tragedy.
Liv dropped her head, gripping the chair in front of her. She didn’t have time for consoling them or trying to make sense of this, but she needed everyone’s cooperation. She needed to be strong and get everyone focused.
Liv squeezed the sides of the chair back in front of her. “I am Roen’s mate. Roen is the leader of this place and is the only man I’ve ever met who’s willing to put his life on the line for you, for me, and for your mates. He stood up to the island and sacrificed everything he was to free you.”
“So? Because the way I see it, we are all here. Worse off than before.” The other women nodded in agreement.
“Your mates would’ve died eventually. All of the mermen die serving her Holy Insanity. And if you don’t believe me, look around the room. How many of your mates are still alive?”
“Sixteen,” one of the women said solemnly.
Liv’s heart cried out for them. “And Roen understood that. He understood how vicious and cruelly your people have been treated. He gave everything to put an end to it.”
“What the fuck do you want from us, landlover?” said the scowl-faced brunette.
Liv shrugged. “Information.”
“She’s fucking crazy,” said one of the women. Liv didn’t see who’d spoken.
Liv slipped between two chairs and moved closer to the table. “No. I love Roen. And if there’s anything I know to be true in this world, it’s that there’s a reason for everything. Doesn’t have to be a good reason, but it’s there. There’s a reason the men are sick. There’s a reason the island is sick. All I want is to hear what you remember. Anything your men told you, anything of importance that the island has said to you. If we can understand the cause, then we might be able to help them.”
The women continued glaring at Liv.
“Fine.” Liv threw up her hands. “If I need to prove myself to you badasses, then pick one of you and let’s step outside. Because I don’t have time for this. And there’s no one coming to help, no one coming to save the men. And if you think any of you frighten me after I survived Shane’s little love shack, guess again.”
“What happened to Shane?” a petite brunette asked.
“I killed him. Not the best moment of my life. But there was no other choice. Not if I wanted to get back to this lovely paradise and help Roen.” Of course, this was a gamble sharing this information because Liv had no clue how they’d feel about a landlover killing a merman.
The women spoke amongst themselves for a moment. The gist, from what Liv could gather, was whether or not they believed her.
“Did you really kill Shane?” Amelia asked.
Liv crossed her arms over her chest. “With a butter knife.”
“Nice.” Amelia smiled. “I don’t remember much about him, but I remember he was a prick, so I hope it hurt.”
Okaaay. Well, it seemed this information
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