Tidebound Heart

I was furious. I immediately called the seller, ready to tear them apart.

However, a cold, automated voice answered instead.

"The number you have dialed does not exist."

A deal like that was never meant to be clean. Black market transactions didn't come with customer service. I swallowed my anger and accepted the loss.

I reopened the promotional video on my phone.

The merman in the video was soaking in a clear, sparkling pool. His face was perfectly shaped and sharp, and his deep eyes seemed to pull you in. Water ran down his strong abs, catching the light.

His lips were pressed together, his expression cold and distant. He looked unreal, like a beautiful man who had stepped out of a movie.

Just looking at him felt worth the money.

Then I glanced at the one lying in my apartment.

He was painfully thin, skin stretched over bone. His spine jutted out so sharply it looked like it might tear through his skin. His scales were dull gray, without a hint of shine. A chunk of his tail fin had been brutally cut off. A fist-sized wound split open across his blue-purple tail, flesh exposed.

It was a horrifying sight.

He lay sprawled on the floor, too weak to even lift his head. His skin was dry, nothing like the wet, luminous creature from the video.

I let out a long sigh. My luck was truly terrible.

I spent ten thousand dollars and ended up with damaged goods.

I didn't want to think about it anymore. I dragged him into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water spray over his face. Water was life to their kind. After a while, he seemed to regain a little strength. His head tilted slightly, and he glanced at me.

That single look still made me pause.

His eyes were lake blue, bright like fallen stars. His features were perfectly shaped, like a sculpture. Even this thin, he was undeniably handsome. If he gained some weight, he would probably be breathtaking.

Unfortunately, his expression was dark and guarded. His black hair hung messily over his forehead, making his pale skin look even more fragile. There was a dangerous, almost sickly edge to him.

I tipped my head back slightly. "What's your name?"

"Malcolm Sawyer," he said hoarsely. After a brief pause, he added, "That woman... used to call me that."

I remembered the words written under the video, White Moonlight.

"Who's White Moonlight?" I asked casually.

He frowned and clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. "No idea. I don't remember."

His attitude was unbelievably bad.

My expression turned serious immediately, and I slowly said, "Right now, I'm your master. Watch how you speak."

He let out a soft laugh and tilted his head at me, his eyes full of provocation. "Then just sell me again. It's not like I can fight back in this condition."

He had a point. He was basically damaged goods. No matter how good-looking he was, no one would pay much for an injured merman like this.

And I wasn't in a position to walk away either. Rent was due, I needed to eat, and I still needed to work to cover my debts.

I was about to turn away when he suddenly leaned closer. The corner of his lips curved into a wicked smile, his voice low and teasing.

"But if you want to hear it, I can call you Master."

His breath brushed against my cheek, warm and close.

Heat rushed to my ears.

The forum page was still open on my phone.

[ColdBriefs: One star review. Don't buy a merman as a partner. He's colder than a rock and always looks miserable. He's also a picky eater. Anyone know a better beastie to get?]

[NoCilantro: Sounds like your merman's got a personality issue. Most mermen are pretty gentle. Did you accidentally get some aggressive alpha type?]

[YellowFaceGirl: Girl, you still don't get it, huh? Mine's fierce too, but when he cooperates, it's incredible. Guess we're stuck putting up with them for life.]

That last comment made me blanch.

I shut off my phone and looked up.

Malcolm was curled up on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

When he noticed me staring at him, he looked up and smiled.

It was the kind of smile that made you want to hit him.