If hatred was water, all land would drown in mine.
When my King allows me to go to land to retrieve our stolen treasure, I think I’m as ready as it gets. I know enough about humans. I know enough about land. I hate both with a passion.
But nothing could have prepared me for what the outside world has in store for me, and I’m not even talking about having those weird, abnormal body parts called legs. Humans are not the same creatures I learned about all my life. Land isn’t anything like I thought it would be. Even my dreams are no longer my own.
We call ourselves Merè but you might know us as mermaids. Our one sacred rule is pretty simple: never reveal our existence to the human world. Not that hard a rule to follow, but someone must have thought so because our secret, as it turns out, is no secret among humans.
Something big is brewing, and I somehow find myself in the middle of it all. And the worst part? I am not half the Merè I always thought I was.
