Excerpt of Fish out of Water
A splash breaks my train of thought.
Oh, no. Surely, he can’t have come after me.
Just in case he has, though, I swim deeper. But then hands grasp my tail fins.
I exhale several bubbles in surprise before I’m dragged back upward and find myself swung back to break the surface.
My arms hugging my chest in covering, I turn to the human who dared manhandle me.
And find myself staring into the stormy eyes I know well, though the rest of his face seems different somehow. Older, more mature. Fully-grown.
“Brandon?” I whisper.
His eyes narrow in confusion. “Astrid?”
“How is this happening?” I whisper.
“Where have you been?” he demands.
“I literally just went into the ocean hours ago.”
He shakes his head, those eyes narrowing in contempt now. “It’s been three years, Astrid.”
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