After helping Liam at the sculpture bay, Galene paused by a large window and stared out onto the quiet street below. The feeling of being watched hadn't subsided over the past few days. Perhaps she felt paranoid with the lack of privacy—now she had another person living in the apartment and a handsome investor watching her while she worked. Both men affected her focus. Had she been too harsh earlier with Mr. Stralath Rey? She called him a trafficker. Galene winced. At least he'd left her alone after her tirade, and the afternoon had been productive. Now, the sun had almost disappeared, and the warehouse slowly emptied. Her stomach growled, and Galene decided to call it a day. What did she want to eat? She thought of the restaurants she'd pass on the way home and decided on Mexican. Needing exercise, this morning, she'd walked to work, and now she regretted that decision. It would take a good thirty minutes to walk home, but she'd take the scenic route. She hummed a

Humans are stupid. Humans are weak.Humans are prey.  The mantra ran through Kalder's head as he rang the doorbell and waited. A least there weren't any humans in the apartment. He held a bag of donuts as a tempting lure, hoping she'd open the door. Surely she could sense her kind? They came from different pods but, essentially, were the same. The doors cracked open, the safety lock in place, and Kalder forced a smile. "Galene? Isn't that your name? Hello." He waved the paper bag in the air. "Who are you? Oh right—Harper's couch boyfriend from the other day. Harper isn't home—she has an exam."

He'd lost time while watching men flock to the siren's side. And could he blame them? Galene had looked like an ethereal vision—a sparkling gem—amongst the LA elite. Stralath couldn't look away and knew he was screwed. He also cursed his human skin which attracted females and caused a hindrance to the mission. Drusdor trailed behind Stralath, playing the perfect role as his assistant, but the asshole could whine about everything."Why do humans wear so many clothes," Drusdor muttered as they circled towards Galene. "I mean, it's as hot as Venus, and we're strolling around in numerous layers. Naked is better.""Don't you dare shed your clothes." Stralath pinned his friend with a deadly stare. "I miss the forest," Drusdor grumbled. "And snow. My peaceful time in the Himalayas. And the deep snowdrifts—reaching up to my chest and I ain't no small—""Enough, Yeti Jackass." Stralath raised a hand and dropped it when Galene met his gaze. He smil

Covering her naked body was her first priority. Miro Norvegius waited behind the rocks, watching as two humans intimately touched lips. The moonless night didn't affect her vision, and she clamped down on impatience as she eyed the large piece of cloth beneath the lovers.  Aside from what they learned in basic training, Miro knew a little of the human world. In the past—as an adolescent—she'd come to shore to search for Zalo after the storm. Unfortunately, Darghelm had followed her and dragged her back to the ocean before she could begin a proper search. Now, as an adult fisheri, Miro knew how to avoid her father's scouts. This time she'd have time on land to search. Perhaps her father and Darghelm were correct in assuming that her sister had died in the sea that day. The ocean was a dark place, and many fisheri had succumbed to rough weather in the past. Massive storms generated high waves, fi

The doctor was back and hovering at her bedside. The ridiculous tale they all told made no sense in a sane world—stories of aliens and mermaids. Galene was both? They all watched her as if she would implode. Stralath seemed to choose his words carefully, and his caution added to her startling terror. In just twenty-four hours, her world had fallen apart. And then the young stranger in the room called Bobby had shown her his deformities, claiming that she had the same? Hell no. Galene rubbed the scar on her wrist, convinced this was all a nightmare. The more they spoke, the quieter she became. And then Coco mentioned cutting into her. The wealthy woman sat beside her on the bed like a concerned mother. Galene barely knew Coco and suspected a hidden agenda. Why would they help her? Nothing in this life came for free. "You'll need surger