Page 58 of Bride of the Sea King

“That’s fine. Let’s go.” I tried to move off his lap.

His fingers dug in deeper before he finally forced a breath out and released me. “Alright.”

As he lifted my sore body into his arms and carried me back to the lake, I wondered if any of his people had ever gotten out of bed or left their mates late at night to help him with his problems, whatever they were.

It seemed unlikely.

And told me a little more about the kind of man Triton was.

I heardthe fighting long before we reached the couple.

And the crashing.

The heavy thud of something large hitting a wall made me wince.

Triton’s body tensed, and he started to jog.

“What are they breaking?”I asked.

“Furniture. And each other.”

My eyebrows shot upward.“They’re abusive?”

“No. They’re warriors, and this is the only way they know to deal with their personal conflict. It’s not healthy in any way, but they’re equally strong. What she lacks in mass, she makes up for in power.”He gritted out the words. The man was pissed.

“We’re not having another fucking baby,” a man snarled. “We did more than our part in repopulating. We didallthe fucking repopulation. We’re fucking done. I don’t give a damn what you—” There was another loud crash. “Stop throwing me into the fucking wall, Greta!”

“Wow. They sound like great friends,”I drawled into Triton’s mind.

“The best.”He bit out the words, but his sarcasm was still clear.

“Please, just sit down so we can talk.” Rayna sounded tired.

She’d been bugging Triton for a while, so she’d probably been dealing with the pair for even longer.

Greta snapped, “I’m not sitting anywhere. This bastard mated with me for the sake of impregnating me, and he’s refusing to do his part. It’s not like it’sdifficult. It takes him all of three seconds to get his rocks off, so I don’t see the problem. I would be raising the child, so?—”

“I’d rather fuck a shark’s mouth than spend another three seconds in your bed,” the man growled.

There was another, much louder crash as Triton stepped around a corner and through a set of open double doors.

We finally came face-to-face with a normal-looking alt couple.

The man was on the floor next to a shattered mess of sand, wood, and glass. It looked like it had been a nice coffee table at one point. There were thick shards of glass embedded in his abdomen, and my stomach turned at the sight of blood running down his skin.

The woman was right next to him, and there was blood on her hands.

“What the fuck is going on?” Triton demanded.

The man on the ground gaped at him.

The woman gawked.

I’d seen the way Triton interacted with the selkies, who were threatening the merrae with war. He’d stayed even-tempered the entire time, only getting slightly angry when they insulted me.

So his obvious fury was clearly catching the couple off guard.

He set me down and stepped in front of me, blocking my view of them entirely.

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