Deep in the Sea, someone was restless.
Caspian hovered in the center of his chamber. The beautiful, iridescent walls offered no comfort. Outside the heavy, leviathan-bone doors, a dozen of Nerissa's elite guards maintained a vigilant patrol, their tridents crossed to ensure the Merman King did not take a single scale outside the palace.
Caspian had been swimming in tight, agitated circles for hours.
He had to get out. Every second he spent trapped in this cage was another second Roxy spent on the Surface, believing he was nothing more than a treacherous monster.
Suddenly, the dense, magical water pressure sealing the vault doors subtly shifted.
Caspian's silver-blue eyes narrowed into lethal slits. He braced his broad shoulders, fully prepared to blast his way through whichever guards his mother had sent to check on him.
