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It’s only a matter of time before they discover us and—”
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    “I know, I know,” she drawls. “I know how you hate humans.
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    Sheesh, I was just kidding. That’s why I follow you around, you know. In case you need help.”
    Galen runs a hand through his hair and leans back over the railing. His twin sister does follow him around like a sucker fi sh, but being helpful has nothing to do with it. “Oh, are you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with settling down with—”
    “Don’t even say it.”
    “Well, what am I supposed to think? Ever since Toraf asked Father for you—”
    “Toraf is foolish!”
    Toraf has been their best friend since birth— that is, until he recently made his intentions toward Rayna clear. At least he had the good sense to hide out and wait for her death threats to subside. But now she gives him something worse than threats—
    complete indiff erence. No amount of pleading or coaxing from Toraf has thawed her. But since she turned twenty this spring—
    two years past the normal age of mating— Father couldn’t fi nd a good reason not to agree to the match. Toraf is a good candidate, and the decision is made, whether Rayna chooses to ignore it or not.
    “I’m starting to think you’re right. Who would want to attach himself to a wild animal?” Galen says, grinning.
    “I’m not a wild animal! You’re the one who isolates yourself from everyone, choosing the company of humans over your own kind.”
    “It’s my responsibility.”
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    “Because you asked for it!”
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    keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, asked his older brother Grom for permission to serve as an ambassador of sorts to the humans. Grom, being the next in line for kingship, agreed with the need to be cautious about the land dwellers.
    He granted Galen exclusive immunity to the law prohibiting interaction with humans, recognizing that some communication would be necessary and for the greater good. “Because no one else would. Someone has to watch them. Are we really having this conversation again?” Galen says.
    “You started it.”
    “I don’t have time for this. Are you staying or going?” She crosses her arms, juts out her bottom lip. “Well, what are you planning to do? I say we arrest her.”
    “We?”
    “You know what I mean.”
    He shrugs. “I guess we’ll follow her for a while. Watch her.” Rayna starts to say something but gasps instead. “Maybe we won’t have to,” she whispers, eyes big as sand dollars.
    He follows her line of sight to the water, to a dark shadow pacing beneath the waves where the girls share the surfboard. He curses under his breath.
    Shark.
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    I SPLASH enough water in Chloe’s face to put out a small house fi re. I don’t want to drown her, just exfoliate her eyeballs with sea salt. When she thinks I’m done, she opens her eyes—
    and her mouth. Big mistake. The next wave rinses off the hangy ball in the back of her throat and makes it to her lungs before she can swallow. She chokes and coughs and rubs her eyes as if she’s been maced.
    “Great, Emma! You got my new hair wet!” she sputters.
    “Happy now?”
    “Nope.”
    “I said I was sorry.” She blows her nose in her hand, then sets the snot to sea.
    “Gross. And sorry’s not good enough.”
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    “Let me hold your head underwater until I feel better,” I say.
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    I cross my arms, which is tricky when straddling a surf board being pitched around in the wake of a passing speedboat. Chloe knows I’m ner vous being this far out, but holding on would be a sign of