Page 15 of Bride of the Sea King

Oh, and I couldn’t possibly forget—I was turning into one of the mermonsters myself. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, if my husband’s sister was to be believed.

Yeah, it was a mess.

My hair was tangled all around my face. I always tossed and turned in my sleep, so that was normal. I tried to push the strands away from my nose so I could breathe easier, but most of them clung to my skin.

The texture of my hair felt different, so I eventually opened my eyes to look at the strands. When I saw them, I sucked in a sharp breath and sat up quickly.

“Sweetheart?” Triton’s voice was gritty with sleep, and the sound of it sent a shiver down my spine.

No, I was not going to be affected by my sexy-as-sin husband.

Not even a little.

I ignored his pet name for me and all but jumped out of bed, crossing the king’s room quickly. There was no door to the main bathroom, only to the small toilet room, so I couldn’t lock him out.

Stepping in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection for a long moment.

Hot damn, I looked like an alt.

My skin had smoothed, my pores basically vanishing. My eyes looked a little bigger and a lot brighter, framed by eyelashes that were much longer than they had ever been before. I didn’t look any taller, but something about me looked stronger anyway.

And my hair?

It was blue.

Multiple shades of it.

At the roots, it was dark enough to nearly resemble my natural black, but it lightened on its way down to a pale blue at the ends. There were brighter streaks and darker streaks, almost making it look like a hairdresser had created a masterpiece with the strands.

Alterrae was the hairdresser.

Or Triton’s magical freaking mate bond was.

Honestly, the blue looked stunning against my new and improved pale skin, but it still freaked me out. The white tattoo on my shoulder looked awesome too, but I wasn’t any more comfortable with it than I was with the hair.

Triton stepped into the doorway, leaning against it as he took me in from behind. I hadn’t put on any extra clothes when I woke up, so there was plenty to see. All I was wearing was a bralette and panties.

“The magic suits you,” he said.

“I liked the way I looked before.” I didn’t meet his gaze.

The last thing I needed was to feel more attraction toward him.

I needed space. So much space.

I was still drooling over the mental image of his naked body I had seen when he was getting dressed, which was just messed up.

I shouldn’t have even been looking at him.

“So did I,” he said.

I scowled.

“You don’t believe me?” he sounded surprised. “I’m the king.”

“You’re notmyking. And everyone knows politicians lie.”

“A king is not a politician in Alterrae.” He covered the distance between us in two large steps, and placed his hands on my hips.

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