Chapter 33
Annalise
His long, dark midnight blue hair floated around him like seaweed in the current. His eyes were closed, his head bowed as if in deep sleep—or trapped in a trance. His bare chest glimmered with faint scales that caught the light, and his hands rested limply at his sides.
I stepped closer, my heart pounding. This wasn’t a Centaur. This was something else entirely.
The water cage pulsed, and I jumped back, gripping the hilt of my dagger. The ripples in the liquid seemed to respond to my presence, growing more agitated the closer I got.
Is this the man from the clue? I wondered, studying him. He looked regal, almost otherworldly. The faint outline of a crown, etched from light, shimmered faintly above his head.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
They were a piercing, u
