Every mermaid's mother warned against the dangers of rescuing humans. Obviously had Nerissa's mother ever attempted such a thing, she would have mentioned the smell. Men stank of sun, fire, earth and something that made Nerissa's scales crawl. They were heavy, too, not made for swimming, for all that they splashed around madly in the surf like they were. And all that strange raspy breathing!
Thankfully, seawater seemed to stop their bleeding quickly.
Nerissa stared at the fiery wreckage of his ship still aflame on the horizon. The man in her arms was the spitting image of the one from her dreams...minus the webbing between his fingers and the fins...and the inner eyelid. Waking, he stared up at her with eyes as blue as the sky.
"I love you," he said with foul breath. He clutched at her black tresses, limp now in the dry air.
Nerissa could not return to the waves fast enough. From now on, she would listen to her mother. She would never speak of this event. And should she ever again be tempted back to these jagged rocks...well...there were always more humans on the sea.
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"Well Behaved Mermaids Rarely Make Fairy Tales" is part of Alethea's award-winning collection TALES OF ARILLAND, containing similar tales of dark fae fantasy.
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