Emma Harris is seventeen. No one knows what’s happening to her and she’s struggling to keep her evolution a secret as it becomes more and more difficult to hide. The truth is – she’s becoming a mermaid.
She splits her time between the ocean – dodging a possessive merman – and on land, where she cares for her special-needs brother and tries to squeeze in every last moment she can of human life.
She’s falling for James Phelps, a human teenager who is always there to rescue her, and who somehow sees through her carefully built icy facade. Everything about James makes Emma yearn for a life on land she just can’t have.
Emma’s brother disappears while in her care, and James is the only person she trusts to help rescue him. But even if they can save her brother, nothing can prevent her return to the sea, where she will be forced to surrender herself forever.
BY THE TIME SHE HIKED down the steep embankment and around the tide pools to her cove, the pressure in her chest squeezed so tight, black spots floated in her vision. Not a good sign. It had only been five days since her last swim— usually she was good for seven.
Emma hung her bag on a rock that jutted out of the cave wall and stripped off her clothes, breathing deep, squeezing her hands into fists to avoid the panic creeping up on her. Panicking stole precious air from her half-converted lungs, and she was already on the verge of passing out.
If she did pass out, she couldn’t get to the water, and if she couldn’t get to the water, this terrible pressure wouldn’t ease, and if the pressure didn’t ease, she would soon stop breathing altogether. It would be hours before anyone missed her and came looking, and by that time, she’d be shriveled like a washed-up fish, and probably just as dead.
By the time she’d put on her suit, her vision blurred and she had to step carefully, trailing her hand along the wall of the shallow cave so she wouldn’t trip and hurt herself before she got to the water. Finally at the edge, she sucked in a last breath of air and dove, relieved as slits opened up to gills in the side of her neck and water filtered through them, finally allowing her lungs to expand.
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