"Even clear water can hold many dangers," he said, with a hint of the temptation he could put into his voice. "There are many bones beneath my waves."
My heart beat harder, as it always did when he reminded me of his danger. But the fear of it had transmuted to a thrill since we'd first met, and instead of rousing my sense of self-preservation it sparked in me a reckless desire to see into those depths, like going outside in a hurricane to toss acorns up into the gale.
I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around my bent knee, and bit my lip with challenge in my eyes. "Maybe you can show me them someday."
His chin came up, nostrils flaring as he met my gaze with his slot-pupilled blue. "If you ask it of me, I will take you to every dark place beneath my waves."
"Maybe I will," I said, a frisson of excitement running down my spine.
The Gardener and the Water-horse
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