I was still staring at the merman's very human, very muscular legs—not the middle one—trying to wrap my brain around the physics of it, when the temperature behind me dropped to absolute zero.
The air didn't just get cold; it felt like it was vibrating with something dangerous, something lurking in the air that made the hair on my neck stand up.
"Arinya." I heard a voice call out.
It was Fenric.
His voice wasn't loud, but it had a fierce edge to it that I'd only heard when he was seconds away from ripping a beast to shreds.
I spun around, my heart nearly leaping out of my throat. Fenric and Damar were standing ten paces away, the animal they caught slipping from their traps and making a heavy thud sound as it hit the ground.
Their eyes were narrowed and alarmed as they stared at the scene in front of them.
Fenric looked like he would lung at the merman any second now. And beside him was Damar who looked like a ghost of pure fury.
I mean a ghost literally.
