That Lorelei had been a mermaid and she had stolen Adrianna’s legs, all so that she could be with him. The idea sounded absurd, like something out of a story. Christian closed his eyes. He knew it was true. It explained everything. No wonder Lorelei had always behaved so strangely. He could imagine her as a mermaid with her vivid violet eyes and long golden hair. “It’s all my fault,” he said quietly. “It’s not your fault, Christian,” Gaspard replied. “You didn’t ask Lorelei to love you.” “Do you think Lorelei is dead?” “I don’t know. But if she changed back into a mermaid, that may be why we didn’t find a body.” Lorelei was a mermaid. For some reason that seemed easier to believe than Adrianna being one. It was all his fault. Adrianna must hate him. “How am I meant to live knowing that I’m to blame for everything that has happened to her?”
