Alex sat on the cushion, a bottle of water in his hands. Buttercup glanced at the spot where she knew her sister should be sitting, a twinge of guilt once again twisting in her gut. She glanced over at Tansy and noticed the woman giving her a sympathetic smile. Luckily, she didn’t say anything about Jayden, though.
“With everything you’ve seen, you doubt it?” Tansy asked her. “Many different races make up the faerie world, both Seelie and Unseelie. The merrow are just one of them, and not the good ones. They are also not the most popular ones, so I find it odd that your boss would know of them or even be able to pick them out of a painting. When non-believers see a depiction of a merrow, they just assume it’s a mermaid.”
“Oh, she knew they were merrow all right, and got quite pissed off when I called them mermaids,” Buttercup said.
“Why would she even care?” Kayla asked. “I mean, it wasn’t like you insulted her family or anything.”