Chapter 375:
Marina
I must say, sleeping with a prince isn't so bad.
He's handsome. Attentive. And he has a big—
"Hold!"
The word rips out of me before I can finish the thought. Something is wrong.
The water is changing.
Bright spots. Pale green, flickering like candle flames, rising from the depths. They drift upward, slow and hypnotic, casting the waves in an otherworldly light.
I step closer to the railing. Squint into the dark.
The bright spots multiply.
One becomes ten. Ten becomes a hundred. A hundred becomes thousands. The water is glowing—not just patches now, but whole swaths of it, green and eerie and wrong.
Oh no.
"Cover your mouths and noses!" I rip a scarf from my belt, press it over my face, tie it tight behind my head.
"Now! Move!"
The crew stares at me. Frozen.
"NOW!"
They scramble. Fabric tears. Hands fumble with knots. But it's too late.
One of the sailors stops tying his scarf. He stares at the water. His eyes go glassy.
