They both shuddered, and he allowed himself to pretend they shuddered for the same reason. Perhaps she was remembering that fateful first touch, when he’d arched into her fingers and she’d played with his gills. And he was thinking about the same thing.

But realistically, he knew she shuddered only because the water was icy.

So, dragging her scent through his gills and letting it play underneath his scales, he speared them out of the cave and into the waiting depths so quickly that no one else could follow them. Surely.

But he thought he heard her murmur something about red lights in the distance.

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Seventeen

Mira

Mira had no idea the undines could swim this quickly. He moved like he was made of water, or like he could part it so that nothing hindered his path. Swimming had always felt like she was pushing against something, trying to move through the water rather than with it.

But the undine? Oh, he was part of it. He was the water, and the water was him.

With her toes tucked into his hip fins like he wore a saddle, she could almost imagine that she was born to this. And though she didn’t look like herself at all—the wetsuit wasn’t going to last forever—at the very least, she could pretend.

They soared on their journey, slicing through currents and speeding past all manner of creatures. It was almost impossible to watch all of it happen as they zipped on by. He moved so fast; it was like she had attached herself to a darting drone.

And she suspected this was slower than he’d liked to go. Though he had started with one arm around her waist, now he had the other arm underneath her bottom. Perhaps he didn’t realize that he cupped one of her ass cheeks rather possessively as they swam, or maybe he didn’t have any idea how intimate his touch was, but it certainly made her squirm.

His fingers were just a little too close for her to focus on anything else but where his touch heated. If he moved his thumb even the slightest, he’d brush against her core and she’d really wiggle then. He was handsome. She was interested in a strange way, and all of this was hard to think about.

Mira was a human.

Arges was an undine.

They didn’t fit together in any way that would work. She knew his people hated her. Hell, he had been hunting her people as far as she could tell. He knew more about her than she’d expected, even if he was curious enough to touch her legs. That was just natural curiosity, not that he hadn’t realized her legs were... legs.

Still, it was impossible for her to not look at him while he swam. All those muscles flexed against her stomach and torso, shifting them just slightly so they flew through the water. Every now and then, his gills would flare, and his eyes would look in a direction. Every time she peered where he was looking, only to find nothing that her eyes could see in the distance.

But he could see something. A few times he changed their course, his hands tightening on her just barely before he let her situate herself a little more comfortably. Mira wished she didn’t have to crane her neck to see where they were going, and eventually, she gave up. She propped her chin on his very muscular shoulder and watched the darkness behind them.

She thought perhaps they were going up. The water was lighter here, at least. She still couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, and there was absolutely no color at all, but it was definitely more gray than black. Still, it was a bit like living in a black and white world. Unnerving, and it made her heart race until they had gone up far enough for her to see more.

And then, suddenly, the ground came up to meet them. Or perhaps they had swum over a drop off that she hadn’t seen before, but now they were surrounded with life.

She felt like one moment she was clinging to him, terrified that she would blink and see massive eyes staring back at her from the depths, and the next, she could see everything.

Schools of fish glimmered as they swam around them, catching the faintest hint of light and turning it into a sparkle of gemstones. Giant kelp fronds toyed with her legs, binding to Arges’s tail as he moved through them. Giant seed pods floated around their heads, some of them eerily similar to the bag of fresh water he’d given her.

Once they were far away from the drop off, he released his grip on her ass and then removed his hand from her back too.

Still, she clung to him. What did he want her to do now? They were still in the water. Still in danger and yet...

Pulling away from him, one arm still wrapped around his neck, she looked around. There was a small space here in the kelp forest. Fronds didn’t grow here as easily because there were countless bell shaped plants that were larger than she was tall.

They were all a faint blue, although everything was a faint blue down here. And she could see shadows moving halfway up the bells.

Fish she couldn’t name swarmed in a hundred different colors. Sea turtles lazily moved along the bottom, poking at rocks and then moving along when they found nothing to eat. One in particular had scars all over its shell, and it looked back at her with a slow, lazy grin on its face. They all moved like she was in a dream. Slow and easy, taking their time to drift through the calm current.

It was beautiful. She clenched her hand on his shoulder as she filled her gaze with the sights.

“Wow,” she whispered. “There are no words for a place like this.”

She didn’t think he could hear her, but apparently he had a lot better hearing than she did. Arges touched a hand to her waist, turning her in the water so she faced slightly down and across from them.

He pointed over her shoulder, and she followed the line of his pointed claw to see an octopus moving out of its underwater home. It was bright purple, with dark speckles all up and down its sides. And though she’d been terrified by the idea of a giant squid, this was a creature she had always dreamt of meeting.

A bright sound of delight bursting out of her mouth, she kicked off of him and propelled herself down to the octopus. Cold water be damned. She wanted to see this creature in the wilds again.

Arges joined her very quickly, a worried expression on his face as he tried to put himself between her and the unsuspecting sea creature.

“I don’t want to hurt it,” she assured him, trying to talk as loud as the rebreather would let her. “I’ve seen them before in picture books! Everyone in Beta always talked about how intelligent they are and how it’s such a rare species to see. We never saw them that deep in the ocean, but I always hoped someday I would meet one. My father met one before, back in the days when he worked off site.”

Kicking her feet to force herself upright in the water, she mimed trying to yank something off her mask. “He told me it grabbed onto his face and gave him a little shake, like it was reminding him that he wasn’t supposed to be in the water. It didn’t hurt him, just gave him a good rattle before it floated off. It didn’t ink or even seem all that angry apparently, it just... wanted to remind him that he wasn’t supposed to be looking at an octopus and he was supposed to be working.”

Throughout her story, the concern had softened on Arges’s face. Instead, it started to look a little something like amusement before he tilted his head back and let out one of those musical sounds.

And...

“Wow,” she whispered, losing all sense of reason.

In her fear, she hadn’t realized how the sound of his voice was so much better under the water. So much more than it had been before when she’d tried to speak to him in that cave. The depth of it wasn’t so painfully loud. Instead, he sounded deeper, more smooth, infinitely better in a way that sent heat zinging throughout her entire body.