Nevara
Drake tilted his head.
“What?”
“Speaking of mermen…”
His smile froze.
“…I don’t think you’re ready for this conversation.”
I folded my arms.
“That sounds suspicious.”
“It should.”
“It also sounds like you’re trying to avoid answering my question.”
“I absolutely am.”
I laughed.
“Too bad.”
He sighed dramatically toward the ceiling.
“I knew this was coming.”
“You brought it up.”
“I really wish I hadn’t.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I made one joke.”
“It was an incredibly specific joke.”
“It was.”
“And now I have questions.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I was afraid of that.”
I smiled sweetly.
“Answer them.”
He looked at me for a long moment before sighing the sigh of a man accepting his fate.
“Fine.”
He pointed a warning finger at me.
“But when you’re tra
