Coming Out of the Deep
I shrieked again, crawling backward in the sand, and Kairos clamped his hand over my mouth, wrestling me down.
“Stop! Stop! Lake! Please… listen to me.”
I bucked, flipping him onto his back with everything I had. But he fought harder, wrapping his arms around me, pinning me again.
“Lake! Look at me! You’re okay. You’re okay. You need to calm down.”
His voice broke through the haze.
“I-I have a tail,” I whispered, my voice barely audible through my shaking lips.
“Yes,” he said, nodding quickly, gently. “You do, my Tayla. But it’s okay. I promise. You just need to breathe. Please, Lake. Please calm down.”
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