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The attack only lasted a few short minutes before Neith called them off. When they parted a tattered ghost of a person floated to the ocean floor, revealing large chunks of hair missing from a raw and oozing scalp. His back was completely devoid of skin, the white of several ribs showing through the lacerated flesh, strands of muscle wavering in the water.

Pain like I’d never felt before stabbed through my heart. He must be dead. No one could survive that much trauma. But he moved his arm, placing obviously broken fingers against the rock and heaving with an agonised wrench of sound, which was cut painfully short as the chains that still held him yanked on his limbs.

As he did so he lifted his once beautiful, but now broken face to look at me, his ruined mouth curling into a grimace of a smile.

I lifted my wide horrified eyes from the mouth that had shared breath with me and kissed me with such passion and tenderness, to look deeply into the eyes of the man I loved.

My vision tipped and spun as vomit forced its way violently out of my mouth to spool around me in strands of revulsion and horror.

How he was still alive I wasn’t sure. There wasn’t any part of him that wasn’t injured in some way. He drifted in the current, straining against the chains, the strength it had taken to lift himself off the sand telling in his eyes as they dulled a little.

I leapt to help him, swimming against the netting that surrounded me and trying with all my strength to break free from the Miengu who calmly held each corner of the net, while I threw myself at it.

Neith nodded and two beautiful women swirled from where they’d been watching the little drama play out.

“No,” he groaned, the sound cracked through with the pain he tried so bravely to hide from me.

Their faces were full of compassion as they placed gentle hands on his arms, closing their eyes as they did so.

Within moments his wounds began to knit together again, soft new skin closing over his muscles and the exposed bone. His fingers straightened and his ruined face healed before my eyes.

The whole process only took a few minutes and the whole time it was happening he was watching me, his eyes narrowed in agony.

“This is the tenth time we’ve done this,” Neith told me conversationally.

His expression was bemused as if he were discussing a partially interesting fact.

“It’s been quite useful to test our abilities on your Merrick. And we do have so many that still need testing, if you continue to refuse to be part of our wonderful plan, well, that testing will just need to be arranged. I’ve decided to give you a tour of the talents we hold here, to…motivate you further, to create shall we say an imagination of what is to come for your love. I wouldn’t want you to be in the dark as to what is happening with him.” He laughed cruelly as he nodded to the Miengu who lifted me off the floor and drifted after him over the groups of Oceanids pulling me along with them in the net.

“Over here we have our Aseet pod.” He indicated the group of Oceanids who’d just attacked Merrick. They preened and nudged each other as Neith spoke of them. “They are quite amazingly talented in attack. Today we only used the razored Aseet on him. There are of course also other wonderful Aseets in the group who have the gifting of heat and shock and even poison.” He smiled cruelly at me. “We’ve been testing various combinations to see what inflicts the most pain.”

I threw myself at the net, howling in rage.

“Now now, behave!” He casually backhanded me, the slap making my ears ring and black spots blossom in my vision.

“We have other Oceanids to introduce you to. I’m sure you’ll be very interested in how we plan to practise on Merrick.”

Some of the Oceanids snickered, others refused to meet my eyes, shame and horror reflected in their faces.

He pulled me along until we hovered over the wildest looking Oceanids I’d seen so far. They were all relatively tall and slight and instead of the elegant flowing gowns and trousers the other Oceanids wore, they were dressed in brief swathes of seaweed, the women adorned in glittering shells and pearls.

There was a harsh animal air to them, all of them casting frightened darting glances around them as if the confines of the room terrified them.

“These are the Mami-Wata,” Neith informed me, showing his teeth at them in a menacing smile as they all started and turned to look at him, mistrust and fear glinting in their eyes.

“They are able to speak with and control the creatures of the sea. Your run-in with the...” he rattled off a liquid word, “wasn’t supposed to happen, the relevant retribution will be distributed.”

One of the Mami-Wata rose in the water, confronting Neith angrily.

Neith remained motionless for a few moments before darting through the water, his jaw dislocating as he went swirling around the Mami-Wata. A few seconds later ribbons of skin floated away from the doomed Oceanid and his body went rigid with the poison from Neith’s teeth.

Other Mami-Wata began to rise from the sea floor to help him, but Neith barked, “Anyone who saves him will forfeit another younger member from their pod.”

The silence seemed amplified by the muffling of the water as every Oceanid dropped their eyes from the still jerking and writhing Mami-Wata.

Neith turned back to me, smoothing the frown from his face with effort, seemingly pleased by the horror that must have been etched onto my face. Anger bubbled within me at his cruelty and the hopelessness of our situation. I didn’t know why any of the Oceanids would allow him to lead them but I understood very clearly that none of them would risk fighting him.

“Next we have the Sebesség,” he continued, indicating a group of athletic Oceanids, every muscle defined beneath skin that glowed a faint gold. “Their talent is speed and some of them have sonar location too. I must say we have had a very interesting time with Merrick, haven’t we?”

They didn’t respond, their faces drawn tight in determination as they avoided looking at me.

Neith laughed. “Yes a game of…how do the humans say it?…cat and mouse?”

He drew in beside me conspiratorially. “You see we let him go. And he swam for quite a while until he was very tired actually. It’s a good thing Qinn got caught in that net, because had you been a bit more alert I suspect you would have caught his scent. That much blood is hard to contain.”

He laughed. “Fortunately for us you didn’t and you gave away your weakness, all in one go.

“You see, Alexandra,” he continued, pulling me onwards to the next group of Oceanids, “you really have no choice but to join me. The fact that you have made so many mistakes so far and you’ve only been in the ocean twenty-four hours, must be weighing on your mind. With me and my resources…” he spread his arms grandly including all of the Oceanids beneath us in the gesture, “we will enforce change effectively and efficiently and then you and your partner can do as you please, live where you like, land or sea.”

He turned to me, obviously expecting a response.

I glared at him, willing the surge of hatred into any talent that would help me annihilate him and anyone else who stood between Merrick and me.

Merrick groaned and I snapped my head round to look at him. His face was a mask of agony.

“What are you doing to him now?” I growled at Neith.

He laughed. “Nothing. It’s what you are doing that is so painful.”

“I’m not doing anything. Let me out of this net and then I’ll show you what I can do.”

I struggled uselessly, rage and frustration and fear flooding through me.

He pretended to think about my suggestion.“A tempting offer, but no, I’m not sure your motives are in the right place just yet.”

“Why are you following this monster?” I screamed at the Oceanids beneath us, “you don’t have to be a part of this. He’s going to lead you all to your deaths.”

I tugged uselessly as the net, turning so that I could look as many of them in the face as possible.

“How can you stand aside and let him torture and kill your own? Where is your courage?”

None of them answered me, although I did see a spark of fire in one or two of their faces.

Neith took me roughly by the arm and yanked me upwards before he turned back to the Oceanids we hovered over.

“Will none of you tell our naïve little Alexandra why you insist on fighting for me?” They dropped their eyes from him.

“They won’t fight me, Alexandra, and they will follow me, because I have the one thing that makes the Oceanids so weak, so vulnerable and stops them from doing what they should have done a long time ago.”

I didn’t like the sorrow in the face of the Oceanids as they listened to Neith.

“You see, for fear of upsetting the humans who might harm their children, Oceanids have become ridiculously apathetic…now I will use that same reason to galvanise them into action.”

“You have their children?”

He grinned. “Smart isn’t it?”

“Sick.” I replied.

“Come, Alexandra, you must now see the prize of our army,” he said, as we moved on to another group of Oceanids.

They were gorgeous, each one delicately proportioned, with almost elfish features. They were dressed in richly provocative robes that flowed and moved and transformed in the fluorescent light as they sparkled.

I’d been examining them skeptically, trying to work out why Neith was so pleased with them, when two of them turned their exquisite faces and grinned wickedly at me.

Aerowen and Indra, the two Russalka who could control thoughts and erase memories. They had betrayed the pod and joined Neith, and now they preened at his praise.

Neith was watching me as I recognised them.“As a group they are known as the Påvirke or influencers. They have varying talents. Some like Aerowen and Indra can erase memory, as you already know. Should you continue with your stubbornness, you will experience firsthand just how pervasive their talent can be.”

I turned to gape at him while he continued.

“Once you have no memory of Merrick it will be relatively easy, with the help of some of the others, to influence you through your dreams.” He indicated a couple who clung to each other in the middle of the group. “And then we can also implant very specific thoughts.” He swept his hand lazily towards five of the Oceanids within the Påvirke pod.

An instant headache formed behind my eyes as a foreign and horrible idea wormed its way forcefully into my brain. How easy it could be to implant the idea that Merrick was the enemy, that he threatened my survival and the survival of everyone I loved. The idea that he should die. The idea that if I were free of the netting…I should kill him.