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Chapters (28)
  1. bride of the sea king
  2. contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. one
  6. two
  7. three
  8. four
  9. five
  10. six
  11. seven
  12. eight
  13. nine
  14. ten
  15. eleven
  16. twelve
  17. thirteen
  18. fourteen
  19. fifteen
  20. sixteen
  21. seventeen
  22. eighteen
  23. nineteen
  24. epilogue
  25. afterthoughts
  26. stay in touch
  27. all books by lola glass
  28. about the author

It took a minute to connect with the electricity, but it blazed down my arms after I did. Thrill raced through me.

I could do this.

I really could.

Triton had told me to focus on what I wanted to happen, so I did. I focused on the water tube, and imagined it moving toward me. I pictured it wrapping around me and whisking me off my feet. Carrying me up and into Triton’s room in the castle.

Peeking an eye open, I checked on it.

The tube was moving.

It was actually moving!

I slammed my eye shut and focused harder, picturing it more emphatically.

The twist of my electric magic felt unnatural, but it was working, so I ignored the feeling.

Finally, the water whisked me up off the ground.

A whoop escaped me, excitement overtaking my focus as I neared the top of the pool.

The magic suddenly gave out, and I screamed as I plummeted back down—right into the pond below Triton’s room in the castle.

Surfacing, I stared at the tube.

My nemesis.

But… I had actually done it.

I had controlled the water.

I just stopped focusing too soon.

The pond was pulling me toward the waterfall, so I swam over to the side of it and pulled myself onto a large rock. After taking a minute to catch my breath, I focused on the tube again.

It took a little longer the second time, because my magic was a little weaker. But finally, the water scooped me up.

I didn’t let myself celebrate as it hauled me up to the small pool, or as it spit me out. I landed on my butt again a moment later, but I was on the tile.

In the castle.

I dropped my back to the floor, grinning up at the ceiling.

Triton was right.

I was really fucking powerful.

I could control the water just like he could.

Five minutes later, I finally had the willpower to climb to my feet again. My legs shook something fierce, and I was dripping wet, but nothing could shake my feeling of victory.

I slipped out of the bedroom and padded down the hallway, figuring I’d ask the first person I found for directions to the cafeteria. Or whatever they called it. There was probably a fancier word, but I didn’t have the energy to try to come up with it.

It didn’t take long to find another merrae, though I was pretty sure I was going the wrong direction.