Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him. “That’s why we have to find the prophecy...I want to help.”
“Youare my light.” His gaze dragged over my face.
I dropped my chin to my drink as my cheeks heated. “See, there you go, you’re not unfeeling after all.”
“I might be cruel to others...” He put his drink aside, taking my face in his hands, and dropping his forehead to mine. “but never to you.”
We stayed like this, in charged silence our breathing quick and mingling as his thumb traced my cheek. Tingles exploded on my skin and I pulled away from him, focusing on the inky waves to gather my thoughts.
He gripped my hand, reclaiming my attention.
“I—” His expression was gentle, but a sadness moved through it.
My eyes darted between his but he said nothing, the moon light dripped into his gaze like mercury. My heart pounded as I waited for him to finish whatever he was trying to say. I waited and waited, but he didn’t speak.
Finally, he released me, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It’s getting late. We should go back to the villa.”
41
Morgana
It must have been almost midnight by the time we returned to the villa. We’d soaked up some of the wine with a souvlaki along the way, the silver box tucked securely under my arm.
Finn opened the glass doors leading in from the patio, and the pool glistened like polished jade under the golden nightlights.
I set the box on the kitchen bench, pulled a bottle of white wine from the fridge, and popped the cork. Grabbing two elegant glasses from a shelf, I joined Finn at the table by the pool.
“Tomorrow we return to Thálassa, and then we’ll travel to Okeanós for the summit,” he said, taking the drink I handed him. His dark brows were drawn as he looked out over the ocean.
The summit meant he would have to see his father, and so would I.
The air had chilled with the deepening of night, and goosebumps formed across my forearms.
Finn slipped inside and returned with the box, placing it between us on the glass table.
“Really?” I shot him an incredulous stare.
“We just secured the most valuable item in all the oceans. We should keep it close.”
“I suppose.” I rubbed more shivers from my arms.
Still standing, Finn took a long sip of wine and stretched, his back muscles rippling beneath his T-shirt before he yanked it over his head and tossed it onto the ground. He set his glass on the table, keeping his black jeans on as he dove into the pool.
“Come on, it’s heated!” He pushed his wet hair from his forehead.
I grabbed the glasses and bottle of wine, placing them next to the pool before settling beside them and letting my legs dangle off the edge. As the heated water caressed my skin, the shivers began to fade.
Finn swam over, propping his elbows up beside me, his jean-clad legs stirring the water below. Droplets glistened on his neck and shoulders in the glow of the underwater lights.
I sipped my wine, observing him with curiosity. “You didn’t grow a tail?”
He snorted out a laugh. “I can control my transformation—I don’t go sprouting a tail whenever I touch the water.”
My cheeks flushed.
He edged closer to me, his dripping left hand sliding up my right thigh, stopping at the hem of my sundress. “Did I mention how much I like this dress?”
Heat pooled above my navel and spread to the space between my thighs as my mind was consumed with images of the muscles in his body pressing against mine, the perfect length of him, and how good it would feel to have him slide inside me again. I swallowed hard as I met his dark gaze.
