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  3. CLAWS & CROCHET
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  64. EPILOGUE
  65. VISIT FOLK HAVEN
  66. SEDUCED BY A SELKIE
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  68. ALSO BY LAUREN CONNOLLY
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The appearance is only the beginning. One to my left. One on the right. All around me, more heads appear, all equipped with goggles and breathing pieces, identifying this crew as a gathering of scuba divers. Seems I’ve shown up in the middle of a scuba lesson. Soon, we’re floating in a crowd of heads.

And every single one is facing me.

That’s when I remember my outfit. Without my shirt and pants, I’m left with the most basic coverings. A matching bra and underwear set I got on sale at a department store. Both scraps of fabric are blue and covered in pictures of cartoon bananas.

No doubt, that’s why they were on sale.

This group got an unobstructed view of my bargain boy shorts as they surfaced.

I hate this fucking lake.

I keep my curses to myself. “Well, looks like you’ve got this under control.”

The man lets my hair return to the water as I paddle backward. Once I’m clear of the group, I turn on my stomach and swim back to my father’s dock, possibly moving faster than when I thought someone’s life was at risk.

Embarrassment is powerful fuel.

When I reach the dock, I grab the metal ladder and place my feet on the slick, algae-covered steps sinking below the surface.

“Please don’t let them be watching me,” I mutter as I pull myself out of the lake, soaked underwear clinging to my backside and rigid nipples. Note to self: swimming in April is cold, even in Georgia.

When I’m standing tall—because I refuse to cower and hunch over in my half-naked state—a quick glance behind me shows my audience is still watching the show.

“Fucking peachy,” I mutter.

Thoroughly done with this miserable morning, I offer the lot of them a salute, gather up my armful of clothes, and march toward the shore, reminding myself with each step that I will probably never see any of those people again, especially when I leave Folk Haven and Lake Galen for good.

So, what does it matter if they all have a permanent memory of soggy bananas decorating my ass?

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