Chapter 25

“Go,” the King said. “Keep your promises.”

As if this were a sign, sea-folk swirled up around them: dolphin-shapes and seal-shapes, mer-tails and bare legs, skin and silken hair and pelts and rippling scales, small and large and in between, amber and teal and sunny bronze. They formed a knot of chatter, of laughter, of bubbles and whipped frothy water; their exuberance drew everyone from the palace and up and onward.

More magic, Cade thought, vertiginous and breathless in the flood. Wherever they’d been, they were rushing to the surface, hurtling toward it. Layers of ocean parted; kelp streamed alongside; sunshine suddenly stretched rays down and equally suddenly vanished, giving way to lashing rain and northern chill. The land awaited; an unmapped future awaited.

A hand brushed his. Firm strong fingers. Jeremiah twined them together, holding on. Cade now couldn’t breathe not simply from being rushed skyward but from amazement.