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“Hold them down on the seabed,” he ordered. “Let the drown slowly.”
“Above, danger above,” a dolphin clacked at him.
“Me take,” another called.
“Not for much longer. Tell my mate I will be back soon,” Poseidon said and followed the second dolphin towards the surface. Poseidon didn’t even bother surfacing; he ripped the bottom of the yacht out and had the whales tip the yacht over.
He reached out with his senses and found a dinghy heading towards the island he and Willow had spoken on. He sent a huge wave after it, capsizing it, and then used the water to capture the humans and drag them down to the depths. He cared little about how they died. Drowning was good enough for them.
Calmer now, but with anger still running through his veins, Poseidon ordered sharks to hunt down any humans who might have escaped. His orders were to kill.
Sharks darted off as other denizens began cleaning up any wreckage. Poseidon wanted those working with these Hunters to wonder what had happened. He could only pray that they’d not radioed in Willow’s location.
Assured that the sea life was doing as he’d commanded, he swam back to the palace and saw that it was still surrounded. He could see the glass had now imploded on the submarine, and that the humans had tried to escape but failed. Speaking to several blue whales, he told them to drag the submarine away and drop it down a ravine close by. It would be a long time before it was found, if it ever would.
At the top of the viewing tower, he could see Willow, with a dolphin curled around her. She looked terrified, and Poseidon wondered if he should shift out of his Uber merman shape. Before he could make the decision, a terrified cry hit his hearing, and Willow launched herself off the tower, straight towards him.
Slow to react, Willow was on him before he understood what she was doing. He’d expected recriminations, but he found tears and sobs as she wrapped herself around his body. Poseidon tensed; nobody had ever touched him in this form. He’d not allowed them to.
Willow’s hands on him were soft and delicate. Then she seemed to sense he was uncomfortable and began to draw away when his tentacles tucked her in tight to his chest and his arms folded around her.
“I thought they’d kill them,” Willow sobbed, pointing a stabby finger at the sea life surrounding the palace. “They wouldn’t leave.”
“You’re their queen. Their She. They would never leave their She,” Poseidon soothed, his tentacles rubbing her back gently.
Poseidon was bewildered and slightly awed. His tentacles had never touched anyone with gentleness, and yet here he was, offering comfort. And even stranger, Willow was allowing his touch and wasn’t afraid of him.
“They had weapons, they nearly shot Nester and then Ern,” Willow cried.
“But they failed. Their target was you, not them,” Poseidon said.
“Yes, and I put them in danger!” Willow sobbed. “We have to leave here, we can’t endanger them.”
“Okay. I’ll take you home for a few days,” Poseidon soothed and blinked.
Had he really just offered to take her to the castle?
Even so, Willow knew that wasn’t a good option.
“No, not there either. I don’t want to endanger the people there,” she demurred.
Poseidon chuckled. “Trust me, nobody will breach the castle. You’ll be safe.”
“What about my court? Can we send them to Atlantis? We need to move the palace, they’ll attack again,” Willow babbled.
“Shhh, let me deal with everything,” Poseidon soothed and reached out for Mary. He felt his sister in his mind, and then he swam backwards through the portal Mary opened.
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On arrival at the castle, Willow was still upset and slightly hysterical. Mary had called Vladimir when she realised Poseidon was bringing Willow back. As soon as he was through the portal, Poseidon shifted to Jase. Willow clung to him still, and he lifted her in his arms.
“I broke her,” he whispered, looking stricken.
“No, she’s dealing with a lot. Take her to your quarters,” Mary said as Willow clung tightly to Jase.
“I know that voice. You’re Maeve,” Willow said, lifting her head.
Mary stared at her, and Willow held her eyes. Jase felt a surge of pride in Willow. She wasn’t flinching from Mary’s visage. Jase studied his sister and knew that Mary had long accepted she looked like something from a nightmare.
