Siren's Song: The Gray Court, Book 5 by Dana Marie Bell Page B

than done. Not all of us grow fins.”
    “I’ll be able to help.” She joined him on the veranda, the pull of the ocean even stronger out here than it had been in the room. “I can give you breath.” His brows rose. “You’ve heard of the mermaid legends, where a mermaid gives a sailor breath so that he can live with her beneath the waves?”
    “I thought most of them simply drowned the sailors.”
    Cassie shook her head. “Most merfolk avoid humans. Humans often would confuse whale song for that of merfolk, and accuse us of luring sailors to their deaths. Merfolk who kill that way are either Black Court, or feel that their territory or the Seeming has been threatened.”
    “And the breath you mentioned?”
    “Ah. Yes.” She could feel her cheeks heating. She’d never blushed so much in her life until she met this man. “I’ll be able to give you the ability to breathe under water, so don’t worry about that.” It was how she would give him that breath that had her blushing. It gave the term mouth-to-mouth a whole new meaning.
    “Then all we have to do is worry about swimming out far enough and making sure we come back while it’s still dark.” He studied her for a moment. “You grow tired after a healing. Will you be all right to swim back?”
    She was more worried about him than she was about herself. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll make it back to dry land just fine.” Swimming was like breathing for her. Tugging Oberon behind her would be like playing with the dolphins. If necessary she’d carry him back to shore.
    “We have a plan, then.” Oberon reached into his pocket and pulled out a hair band, stepping back into the room. “Give me ten minutes and we can start making our way to the beach.”
    “All right.” Cassie went to her dresser and pulled out her bikini, slipping into the bathroom to change into it. She couldn’t go down to the beach naked. She’d planned to strip on the boat before changing to her merform, but this would work too.
    Aw, crap. They hadn’t picked Oberon up a suit. He’d either have to swim in his boxer briefs, or…
    She gulped.
    Oh, she could so get behind that. And in front of it. And just…
    Whoa.
    She slipped out of the bathroom, gratified when Oberon froze at the sight of her in the turquoise bikini. It was her favorite, a halter style with a bottom that tied at the sides, making it easy to remove when she wished to drop her Seeming.
    He cleared his throat and finished braiding his hair. “Are we ready?”
    “As we’ll ever be, I suppose.” She grabbed a pair of jeans and a top, sliding them on to cover the bathing suit. It was far too cool out for a dip in the sea. No one would believe they were heading out for an evening swim in this weather. They would, however, believe a newlywed couple heading out to sit on the beach and neck, so she grabbed a couple of towels, aware they’d be using them for more than just sitting on sand. “You don’t have a suit, though.”
    “We’ll manage, I’m sure.” His voice had gone husky, his eyes burning silver, like white fire. His gaze was glued to her body, roaming over her like a brand, marking her as his without laying a finger on her. Oberon slid his feet into the gray canvas slip-ons and grabbed his jacket. “Let’s go get my memories back.”
    She grabbed her own coat and followed him out the door.
    “Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Nerice.” Cassie bit back a curse as Greg, the front desk man, waved them over. “You heading out to eat?”
    Cassie and Oberon exchanged a quick glance before she answered. “We’re going to go sit on the beach and watch the moonlight on the waves.”
    “Ah. Hold on a moment.” Greg rummaged under the front desk and held out a card. “Just in case.” He winked at them. “Sometimes our honeymooners get, ah, caught up out there and forget the time. If that happens, this code unlocks the front door.”
    Oberon took the card, thanking the older man. “This will be much