As unnerving as it was to be around him for so very many reasons, even though she knew she should be frightened when her future was so uncertain, it was just plain boring to be confined to one suite with nothing to do but think—particularly when so many of her thoughts were disturbing. The recorder had at least given her something to do, a sense that she was doing something worth doing, although, in retrospect, she was deeply sorry she’d gotten so wrapped up in her little ‘project’. That thought prompted her to move to the window again. Opening the shutters, she leaned close enough to penetrate the reflection from the room behind her and scanned the area immediately around her prison. Damien swam by, but it took her a moment to realize it was him, because a shockwave went all the way through her at her first glimpse. Awe, similar to what she’d felt when she’d first seen the city, filled her, an almost childish sense of wonder. He looked just like images she’d seen of merfolk—beautiful, graceful, fantastical.
