Wrapped up in berating myself, I was focused so completely inward that I forgot the first rule of the ocean. The first rule that Kona had taught me when he brought me down here—never, never lose your concentration.
The ocean was filled with dangerous predators, and though I was slowly learning not to be afraid of sharks or squicked out by octopi, there were other, more dangerous creatures down here and I knew better than to leave myself open to them.
And yet that was exactly what I did. I was so busy thinking of all the reasons I couldn’t turn around and go back to Mark and my friends and my family, that I didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind me until it was too late.
One minute I was swimming as fast as I could towards my mother’s clan—my clan—and the next I was surrounded by five of the ugliest looking creatures I had ever seen. I jerked to a stop though every instinct I had screamed at me to flee. But these were Tiamat’s henchman, predators of the first order. Half-human, half-shark, they did whatever the evil sea witch told them to. And, as usual, her instructions seemed to have something to do with tormenting me. I could only hope they didn’t also include ripping me limb from limb.
But as the five of them got closer, their beady eyes terrifyingly flat and their mouths stretched in crooked, macabre grins, I knew that that was way too much to ask. They hadn’t hunted me down out here just to hassle me. They were making their move—Tiamat was making her move—to force me to join her while I was confused and vulnerable and isolated.
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