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the dagger lay, and he gasped in pain. The shelves stopped moving. “I also know that the tip is moving closer to your heart. It’s weakening you at the same time you’re drawing strength from it. I can help you. You can draw your strength from me. I will rule by your side.”

He rubbed his chest and glared at her. “You do yourself no favors speaking to me with such disrespect. I will think on it more—if I find myself desperate.”

“You do that. Because you’re more desperate than you’re willing to admit. I don’t know how much time you even have left.” She strode back out the library doors.

As soon as they shut, Teague spun and blasted through a whole shelf of books, scattering the pages into the air.

Mina cried out as another shelf started to topple toward her. She barely dodged it. “Teague,” Mina called. “Teague, it’s okay. You’ll figure something out.”

He just raged on in pain and fury. The dark side of Teague came out as his fear erupted, and he took it out on his precious library.

Mina knew better than to stay nearby, so she took off running for the door, flinging it open just as a large table crashed into the wall next to her. She ran down the hall and into the main foyer and stopped by one of the columns. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she realized that freedom may come faster than she realized. All she had to do was wait for Teague to die.

Chapter 24

Mina left the library and Teague’s destructive anger behind. She was so torn. What was the right thing to do? She ran blindly, not even caring where she was headed, as her feet pounded on, doubts and questions that filled her mind.

Until she collided into a wall of flesh.

“Oomph.” Mina groaned as strong hands grabbed her forearms, and she looked up into the tanned and bearded face of a shirtless stranger.

“Come, we will get you out of here.” The man gripped her arm and tugged her after him.

“No, wait! I can’t leave!”

Her abductor ignored her and pulled her down the hall and out the front door. She struggled against the older man. His brown beard was tinged in gray, his eyes a dark hazel, filled with worry. On his arms, she could see the fine white spidery lines of scars that had long since healed over. A long necklace of seashells was the only adornment on his upper body.

“Stop! I can’t cross the bridge. The Reaper will kill me.”

“Who said anything about crossing the bridge?” He pulled up short and pushed her to the railing. Was he going to throw her over? He quickly flung his legs over and yanked her with him as he jumped into the water.

Mina didn’t have time to scream as the cold water rushed over her face. She tried to kick and swim for the surface, but the kidnapper dragged her under with powerful strength. Her chest ached, but she held her breath as he pulled her through the lake.

She opened her eyes enough to see a flash of silver scales move near her face. This couldn’t be. The person dragging her to her death was a merman?

Feeling the intense pressure and burn build again, she clawed at the hand that held her forearm. The man turned around, surprised at her distress. He immediately pulled her up to the surface.

When her head broke the water, sweet succulent air rushed into her lungs. But instead of taking the moment to savor her breath, she turned on the merman. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, quite the opposite. I’m here to rescue you.” He looked taken aback by her outburst, but he didn’t stop with his plan. He just flipped her over, put his arm around her neck, and continued to swim at impossible speed across the lake. When he came to the waterfall, he slowed just before the rocks.

“Trust your instincts.” He gestured with his finger toward the water. “We’re going down.”

“What? No, I can’t.” She kicked out against his body.

He grunted when she made contact but only tightened his grip. “You can, and you will. Now on the count of three. One, two”—he propelled himself up and out of the water using his tail—“three.”

He dove back under the water, dragging her beside him deep, deep below the surface.

The battering, rushing water pounded against her back, and her hair whipped around as they swam through the rough currents. She decided it would