Chapter Seventeen: Fionn
The waters couldn’t touch me, this time. Not with my sealskin at my back, and my pearls intact.
But, they didn’t try to.
Last time I’d travelled by these deceptively beautiful waters, there had been a… greedy quality to the procedure. I’d felt engulfed, torn at; near drained, by the time I’d emerged into the Thames. As though I’d been half absorbed.
This was different. Nothing tried to take anything from me. Instead of greed, these waters were exulting.
I felt welcomed.
As the waters closed over my head and dragged me down into darkness, I tried to tell myself this was a good thing. That there wasn’t a gloating element to that welcome; that I hadn’t done exactly what I’d told Tai I wouldn’t, and walked straight into a trap set just for me.
Fool of a selkie.
