"You asked," Daro's many legs swam lazily in the murky water, " if there isn't anything else you could do.
I have something."
She moved the curtain of weed and revealed the big secret.
I seriously tried not to gag at the sight of the merman in front of me. An undead merman to be exact.
I knew her magic was bad; but I never thought bad as in black magic that can prevent you from dying.
Instead of dying and turning into foam, this merman was rotting flesh swimming in the seven oceans.
"What are you doing to him?"
She tsk-ed.
"No, darling. The question is: what isn't he doing for me."
She curled her tentacle arm on his face. I shuddered on his behalf.
"Maybe you too can become my servant."
Was this what she was speaking about?
No, it wasn't happening.
I would have my legs during but...
I would be a creature of the sea at the same time!
No.
I wasn't becoming this thing.