Roxy forced her heavy eyelids open, her vision swimming in the sickly yellow-green light of the kelp forest.
The massive, terrifying leviathans that had just been batting her around like a toy were completely gone, scattered into the deep trenches by the sheer, suffocating aura of the Merman holding her.
Last time he had single handedly finished them off.
She stared up into the face of Caspian's brother. Keenan.
His sharp jawline, his flowing dark hair, and the iridescent, midnight-blue scales that painted his shoulders were a haunting mirror of her husband. But where Caspian's eyes always held a deep, possessive warmth for her, Keenan's eyes were wild, calculating, and untamed.
Despite the sudden, intimate proximity, Roxy didn't panic. The adrenaline that had been screaming through her veins slowly began to ebb. She wasn't wary of him. In fact, as she looked at his devastatingly handsome face, the only thing she felt was a profound wave of relief. He had just saved her life.
