Chapter 90
The ocean’s silence didn’t last.
Something exploded out of the water with a wet, violent crack and landed squarely on the yacht’s deck, the impact rattling through the hull like a dropped anchor.
Wyatt roared, pure instinct. The bounty hunters snapped into formation, spearguns raised, boots braced against the slick fiberglass.
Rylee spun around, heart slamming against her ribs, and froze.
Standing on the deck, dripping, heaving, utterly unbothered by the weapons pointed at him, was a man with the head of a serpent. Not metaphorically. Literally. Smooth scales glistened where skin should’ve been, gills fluttered on either side of his neck, and his bulging, unblinking eyes looked like they’d been stolen straight off a startled pufferfish.
For a beat, no one moved.
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