Evangeline pulled out a chair, raising a curious eyebrow.
The chairs on the deep seabed were hewn from reef stone, their rough-hewn surfaces saturated with the faint, briny scent of the ocean.
She settled into the seat with unhurried grace, not even deigning to glance at the furious Rhea. Instead, her gaze slid toward Shaw, red lips curving into a smirk. She tilted her head slightly, her long hair drifting slowly with the current.
"Did the Megalodon Tribe go to all this trouble just to make the Mer Clan your vassal?"
She blinked, her long lashes fluttering slowly in the viscous ocean current. Each movement stirred tiny eddies, a faint, palpable resistance in the water.
A glint flickered in Shaw's eyes. His gaze lingered on her bewitching features as his voice softened, carrying the deep, muffled resonance of the abyss. "No, I came in good faith."
