Amee checked the time on her Minky watch as the androids continued to unload the shipment from her ship. Small rolling bodies with long pincher arms moved faster than the usual dock workers.
The hotel must have got an upgrade.
Her dark bronzed tug swayed hard against the dock as a baby wave hit at the right moment. Her stomach didn’t lurch or even notice the jerk. She was a Dirth – a descendant of the native people.
Her small feet and ankles adjusted easily to the constant sway of the ocean. It was normal and comforting to be in motion. The two times she ventured to land to meet with potential buyers, made her sick. The ground was hard and unyielding and she decided she didn’t really need the wobblers money after all.
When the androids finished removing the fresh fish and ocean fruit, they sent a transmission to her Minky alerting her that the order was complete.
Amee hit the hatch button and the top cover slid over the ship, sealing her in. She took the stairs to the lower levels heading for the bridge. There she used the electronic screen to depressurize. The ship sank further under the waterline. Welcoming her home with ease.
As soon as she was deep enough Amee took the hand controls and directed the rig to her next destination.
It was a free-floating platform that was a mile in diameter. The Dirths that lived on the platform lived in small spheres underneath. The tents they erected every morning were colorful and usually adorned with strings of pearls, coral and shiny stones. They vendors sold ocean fruit, fish medicine, and all the oceanic items a water living person would need.
Amee was late to the market, and the underwater dock was full. She found a spot on the top deck near the landing pads.
Just as she opened her hatch she heard the high pitch whine of a flying ship. Peering over her shoulder the long-nosed craft settled on a landing pad nearby. She rolled her eyes, not understanding why anyone would want to live in the air. It made no sense.
Stepping from her tug, on to the dock, she secured it with two-inch thick rope and then headed for the main walkway. At the intersection between the ship docks and landing pads she neared, two males. They came from the air ship.
Both males were tall, but one caught her eye. Not because he was a friend but because something about him was… different in a way she couldn’t understand visually, but her instincts told her so.
He looked like the kind of guy who would sink faster than an anchor. Dense with wide shoulders and thick muscled extremities. There was also a strange scent in the air and without knowing, she knew it was him.
Even more curious was the fact he had stopped to stare at her.
It took a moment to realize she had stopped first, and he was responding to Amee’s unusual reaction.
Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the market, and sped up to make sure she drew out the distance between the stranger. Amee should have been embarrassed, he was probably a wobbler, or worse, someone from another planet. She didn’t associate with others unless it was for business.
But there was something about him.
Amee used the first tent to stop and glance back without being too noticeable. The male wasn’t light on his feet, and she caught the uneasy steps of being on moving ground.
Snorting at his absent sea legs, she turned back to the owner of the tent who was giving her a tilted glance. “What’s caught you eye, Amee?”
“It amuses me to see wobblers walk on the planks. They look so uncomfortable.” It was a non-answer, but true enough.
The woman, Hesel, nodded like a patient old parent that knew her child was trying to hide something. Hesel’s withered fingers wriggled in the air, slowly descending to a newly made batch of necklaces. One finger pointed, to a black pearl and coral necklace. “This one, is calling for you.”
Amee looked over the long string of abnormal shaped dark pearls and chunks of coral. It was a pretty but it wasn’t calling to her. She would have felt the pull.
The stranger and his companion stepped up beside her. She could feel the weight of him from the give of the planks under their feet. Her insides sparked in delight at his nearness. She inhaled slowly, filling her lungs, taking in the surrounding scent of him. It was a mixture of morning after a rainstorm and bokah wood.
She had no idea how a wobbler would smell so good, but she wasn’t going to complain.
“Hello wobbler. How can I help you?” said Hesel with a warm sun-tanned face. “Something special caught your eye? Or are you looking to give a special someone a rare gift?”
Amee tried to keep her expression still but she couldn’t help the small smirk. She should have walked away, to give him privacy with his purchase. But she couldn’t, not yet, Amee wondered if Hesel could find out what drew the man here.
Hesel was old, older than she looked and she had an annoying habit of knowing things that would happen, before they did. Or at least, that’s what Amee was told.
“Wobbler?” the stranger asked.
“It’s what we call those who wobble when they walk on water,” explained the woman.
“And what do you call those who aren’t wobblers?”
The woman cut her eyes to Amee before answering. “There are some wobblers that leave the land to sing with the sea. We call them harpins.”
“Are you a harpin?” he asked casually, but Amee was sure there was something underneath the question.
The woman touched her delicate handmade jewelry, tapping the tops as if she was thinking about the answer. “I’ve known the sea a long time, if I ever was, I have forgotten.”
The male moved his stance as a medium sized wave lifted them up several inches. When the planks were even he said, “Memories are a fragile thing. I understand.”
He turned to leave, and the woman called out, “Wait, before you leave. I wonder, if you can tell me which necklace would look best on my friend?”
Amee made a sound at the back of her throat warning the female Dirth. Giving gifts was a dangerous thing. It wasn’t done, because once you gave a gift, the person who received would have to repay. No matter what.
Hesel smiled at the male, ignoring her warning. Amee wasn’t the type to let things go, so she decided to put a stop to it. Looking into the male’s eyes that were peering down at her she said sternly, “Don’t.”
His eyebrows pulled together. “Is there…
Hesel cut him off. “She’s stubborn. Forget what I asked. Are there any you like most? I will give you a good deal for it.”
He scanned the items, reached down and picked up the black pearl and coral necklace. “This one.” Pulling out a few coins he dropped them on the table. More than what the necklace was worth, Amee was sure. Then he said took her hand and dropped the necklace in her palm. Leaving the gift in her possession.
“This one will look best on you,” his voice was choppy, as if he was uncomfortable and yet determined.
Her heart sunk or maybe it was her jaw.
The horrible sneaky woman sucked in a breath, but Amee caught the smile.
“You don’t like it?” he asked letting go of her hand.
Closing her fingers over the gift she looked up to the male, dreading the responsibility in having to explain the consequences of his actions. But there was something in his eyes…a knowing.
Wait… did the know what he did? The twitch of his lips said so.
“What do you want?”
His expression never changed, but Amee was sure she saw his eyes lighten with victory.
Amee shoved her necklace in her pocket already possessive of the dark and beautiful thing. It was long enough to fit around her neck twice just like her old necklace she wore for two years. The string thinned and during a dive she lost it.
Foolishly she had wanted to replace it with something identical to it. But the black necklace would be better because it wasn’t a replacement, it was new. It was going to look great against her bronzed skin and she couldn’t wait to wear it.
Unfortunately, she didn’t want them to know she liked it so it would stay in her pocket.
The gift was good and she would repay as best she could. “A map to where?”
“I’ll explain on my ship.”
Amee hoped the stranger wasn’t going to ask her for a map to the underwater cities. There were five that she knew of, on this side of the sea. “Even if I drew you a map of the Dirth cities, you wouldn’t be able to make it. Let alone get in. Pick something else wobbler.”
“It’s Calo,” he said firmly, “And I didn’t say I wanted you to draw me a map of the Dirth cities.”
So just one? She guessed.
“Don’t ask my Amee for a gift, she can’t give,” said Hesel watching them with a predatory gaze.
Calo, didn’t respond to the old woman, he kept his eyes on her. “Amee?” He spoke her name as if he was testing to see if he liked it. Or maybe it was her, who was deciding if she liked her name in his mouth. “I won’t ask, what you can’t give. But you need to come back to my ship and I’ll explain.”
Why was he being so secretive? And how did he know she could give him the map he wanted?
And why was she staring at his mouth when he talked?
Looking away she looked over the vastness and centered her thoughts. “All my maps are in my navigation system. Going to your ship would be a waste of time.”
“Fine, we can talk on your boat.”
Amee looked back at him nodded in her agreement then said, “But first I have something I need. I will meet you back here in a bit.”
Turning from Hesel’s tent she walked down the planks of the floating market. From the sway of the boards she knew Calo was following her. Maybe he was afraid she wouldn’t honor the gift she owed him. It was rude of him to think so.
Amee stopped at a tent with a small pile of tools. She scanned the items looking for the specific instrument she needed.
“What are you looking for?” he asked.
“What kind of tool?”
Looking up at him she saw the underlining impatience. “It’s a tool that we use underwater, not in the air. So, I doubt you’d know it.”
An eyebrow rose. “Try me.”
The owner, of the tent looked between the two rubbing his hands. “Wobbler, hello, hello. Looking for something in particular?”
Calo broke their connection to answer the man, and Amee used that as an exit.
Amee stopped minutes later, when she thought she spotted one, but at a second glance it wasn’t.
She found a stinger in a scavenger tent. She made a sound of interest to alert the owner. Sometimes Dirth’s made noises rather than used words. The owner she knew was not from her side of the ocean, so his return noise was higher pitched than her low one.
Grabbing the stinger she inspected it, looking to see if it would still work. She couldn’t ask outright because it would be rude. A person bought item as is, not to make sure it was in perfect working order.
Deciding to keep it she caught the male’s eyes and gave one huff.
He held up three fingers.
Amee didn’t move and didn’t give back the item. Her silence would let him know she didn’t like the offer.
Frowning he held up two fingers.
Amee reached in her pocket to get the two coins when Calo leaned over and laid down three coins.
The old Dirth looked up with a toothy smile. “Very good, wobby.” The male picked up the coins and backed up, as if he was afraid Calo would realize he paid too much.
Her skin tightened with anger. “What is wrong with you? You already have a gift. Demanding gifts, will give you bad luck.”
“I know what that stinger is worth, and I think the man deserved more than two gold keleps.”
Amee didn’t know if he was being truthful or not. But she did know that she had to put a stop to the gifts.
Dirth’s didn’t go around telling of their culture secrets, but there were some who knew about it. What she was certain Calo didn’t know was that giving three gifts in one day was a sign of intention.
A sign that you wanted to mate. If the female accepted the gifts, then she showed that she accepted the matehood.
Pointing at his chest she said, “Turn around. We’ll go back to my ship and talk. But no more gifts, wobbler.”
The male didn’t turn, he lowered his voice when he said, “It’s Calo.”
“Calo,” she said back letting him know she understood he didn’t want to be called a wobbler.
Calo’s tone didn’t soften as he said, “It’s going to be a long talk, we have two gifts to go over. We’ll talk in my ship and then you can show me the maps on yours.”
“I’m not getting in a flying ship.”
He tilted his head held up thee more coins, silently threatening more gifts.
She grabbed his hand to cover the coins, “No more gifts, Calo.” To her surprise she didn’t take her hand from his. Holding him she watched and waited for him to agree to her terms. To agree that he wouldn’t buy her anything else.
There were on a Dirth market, and if they witnessed his actions she would be expected to accept him. Even if he wasn’t giving gifts to mate, but to get her favors.
Calo was the first to move and return the coins to his black utility vest. “We’ll talk on your boat, but if we need to go to mine. We do that.”
“If I get on your ship, I’ll throw up. I can’t handle flying ship.”
Calo’s eyes flashed for a second before saying, “You get sick being in spaceships?”
“They are unnaturally still.”
The side of his lips twisted up. He was laughing at her.
Amee refused to let a wobbler laugh at her. Her condition was natural or at least she knew her mother had suffered from the same thing.
When the next wave rolled them high, she decided to teach Calo, a lesson. She leaned into the fall knowing he would wobble. If she timed it right, he would fall overboard.
On cue she stomped the wood boards as they swayed back down.
Calo raised his arms, jerked once and then proceeded to fall. She watched and then the other male cursed and proceeded to take off his boots.
She was about to ask what he was doing when she realized Calo was not swimming. He was sinking.
Bad luck to let someone drown. If he died, she would carry his ghost as a curse.
Amee dove in, eyes wide as she kicked her powerful legs. Calo was sinking fast, not even trying to swim, he was messing with his stupid vest.
When she got closer he looked up and stopped moving all together.
Pushing her legs, she kicked faster to catch up.
She grabbed the vest and pulled. Kicking her legs she thought she was swimming up, but she wasn’t. The water was still getting darker.
He was too heavy.
Turning back she looked him over and then wrapped her legs around his waist to keep them connected while she check out his bulky looking vest. There was something inside… coins. Way too many coins.
She reached to her boot and pulled out her diving knife and cut the thing off. They stopped sinking, but checking the light from the surface she knew he was too far from the surface.
Amee touched her mouth with her fingers twice and then tapped his. She hoped he wasn’t too dumb to understand that she would give him her extra air.
He shook his head and pointed to the surface.
He didn’t want her air? Did he want to suffer?
Unwrapping her legs she started to kick again. Pulling him with all her might. As Dirth she was a natural swimmer. She also had bigger lungs. Transferring oxygen wasn’t uncommon and she knew he had to know that.
By the time they were almost to the top Calo struggled to swim next to her.
She could see the pain in his eyes. He needed air.
Without asking, she covered his mouth and gave him what he needed. He grabbed her arms and squeezed. She could have sworn he was going to push her way, but another moment later he pulled her close and took her gift.
When her lungs were empty she pulled back and then pointed up. He didn’t look happy, but he was going to have to get over it.
They broke the surface a moment later and Amee took a deep breath with a smile. The dive invigorated her senses. She almost felt light leaning back and spending the day floating. But then it hit her – she gave him air.
Oh, he wasn’t going to like that. Amee smiled bigger as Calo swam over hand to the plank.
“You okay, Calo?” his pale friend asked reaching out.
Calo turned right then and she saw his disappointment. He knew she gave him a gift.
Shrugging she said, “Opps.”
His face hardened, as he reached back, grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to the planks. “Opps? You think it’s funny?”
“My gift cancels out one of yours.”
The friend pulled her as Calo pushed her and she had never felt so helpless and amused in her life. She was a Dirth. She had been getting in and out of the ocean – by herself – for years.
But it didn’t hurt to let them. When she was sitting she told the friend, “Thanks.”
Calo pulled himself up… expertly. Which was strange considering he wasn’t swimming when he fell in.
Wait…something wasn’t right.
“You were down there for a while,” the friend said.
Calo reached down, pulled her up and then kept his hand on her upper arm. “The vest was heavier than I thought it was. Amee cut it off and then kissed me to give me air…the idiot.”
Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Excuse me? I saved your life and I’m the idiot?”
“I’m a Grach, you can’t kiss me.”
“I did not kiss you. I gave you air.”
“Same thing,” he snapped back.
“No, it’s not, you ungrateful…” and she let the word wobbler stay unsaid.
Calo’s nostrils flared and she could tell he was holding back words. When he did speak again it was soft, but the stiffness in his body made the words colder. “You don’t get it. You didn’t save me. You doomed yourself to an addiction that will never go away.”
Amee didn’t believe him. A lifetime addiction? Not likely.
Calo scanned her eyes. “Yeah, your pupils are dilated. Not too bad though.” He looked down at her hand and then told his friend something too low for her to hear. A moment later the friend left and Calo turned back to her saying, “I have some pills that will help with the withdrawal, but you have a nasty week ahead of you.”
She wanted to roll her eyes, but he spoke sincerely. It would be rude to say he was crazy. “Okay, thanks for telling me.”
“You don’t believe me, but you will.”
She nodded, albeit a little patronizing.
“Wobbler?” called Hesel rushing down the way, “What happened?” The old woman was tinkling as she walked. Beads hung from her neck, wrist and even on her clothes. Amee grumbled to herself at how worried Hesel was acting. It wasn’t like Amee would drown.
“You fell in?”
Amee was so stunned she couldn’t speak. Did the old woman really ask if she fell in? As if she was a child?
“I fell,” Calo said. “She came in after me…” he stopped talking when Hesel moved in closer, eyeing Amee with a frown.
Amee wanted to slap the woman’s hand from touching her face, as if she was looking for signs of distress.
“I’m fine,” Amee said a little grumpier than she intended.
Hesel looked up to Calo. “What happened to her? She’s never like this.”
Who was Hesel to say that? She didn’t know her.
“My vest was too heavy and took us down pretty far. On the way up she,” Calo pointed to his mouth, “gave me air. The thing is, I’m a Grach, which means my skin, my mouth – everything is addictive. She got a little of my gramones. Not enough to last, hence the reasons she’s getting cranky. Soon she will feel the full effects of the withdrawals.”
Hesel looked him over and then at his hand on her upper arm. “If your touch is addictive, why are you holding her arm?”
Calo looked at his hand as if he too wondered why he was holding her. “It’s best if I walk her back to the ship.”
“My ship,” she said.
He gave her a look that said, yes, I know.
“I’ve never heard of a person having this ability,” Hesel said. “But I know that she’s repaid her debt to you by giving you the sacred gift of air.”
“He bought me a stinger,” she said.
Hesel’s eyes widened. “A second gift.”
“Not a third gift though, I told him no more gifts,” Amee said to make sure the old woman knew that it wouldn’t go that far.
Hesel nodded understanding.
Amee pointed to the docks and the direction of her tug. “Let’s go get this over with.”
Hesel was blocking the way. The old woman turned and led the way back to the entrance. Every few steps she would turn back and look at Calo and his grip on Amee’s arm.
The walk didn’t take long. They reached the intersection and Calo stopped as his friend walked up. “Thank you, Sem,” he told his friend taking a box. Then he pushed it in her hands. “An extra stinger for the one you lost coming to save me.”
“Oh,” she said taking the box and then saw Hesel’s face fall forward with a loud exhale.
Wait… “No!” Amee yelled violently dropping the box as if it burned her.
“Three gifts, Amee,” Hesel said solemnly.
“No!” Amee said, grabbing Calo’s shirt. “Take them back or we…
Hesel cut her off, “It’s too late. You took the box.”
Amee pulled out of his hold, angry that he put her in this situation. The wobbler didn’t understand their ways. She shouldn’t have to honor a tradition that he didn’t understand.
“Take it back. Or we become mates.”
“Mate?” he said like it was a foul word.
“Mate,” Hesel confirmed. “Giving three gifts in one day is an act of intention. If the Dirth accepts them, the matehood is confirmed.”
Calo looked between the two of them as if she was crazy. Lifting his chin he declared, “My kind does not mate that way.”
He reached down and grabbed the box but he didn’t give it back to her.
“How do you mate, then?” Hesel asked coyly. “Do you share your addictive gift with your chosen mate?”
Calo hesitated then sharply said, “Yes. But this was an accident. She didn’t know.”
Hesel pointed to Amee’s arm. “Amee would say the same about you. You didn’t know. But here’s what I see… you continued to give her your addictive gift; from the beginning, you touched her hand to give her the necklace. And since she has emerged from the water, you didn’t let her go. As if, her skin calls to you.”
Calo leveled his gaze. “You can’t force me to mate.”
“I am not forcing it,” Hesel said as she dug her hands into the long flowing skirt. The old woman snatched Amee’s hand, pressing her old withered thumb on the top. Quickly she did the same to Calo.
Calo looked at the black mark with a scowl. “What is this?”
When the old woman stepped back Amee let her hand drop without looking. The sudden itching was the Dirth’s mating mark and would be there forever.
“Why is it burning?” Calo asked next to her.
Amee didn’t look at her or Hesel’s retreating body. Instead, she lifted her hand so he could see the identical mark. “She mated us. The symbol is the time of our union and the day. The light wavy line is the water. There are no clouds or storm, just a breezeless day. The dark dot is the moon, and it’s under the waterline. The small circle above the line is the sun.”
Calo was silent for a moment. “We can’t be mated. I don’t want to live under the sea. And I didn’t know about the three gifts would equal this.”
“I know. We don’t tell outsiders about our mating traditions.”
“And look how well that turned out,” he said sarcastically.
Amee huffed. He was right. And Hesel would spread the word. Which meant she didn’t have a choice.
Calo was her mate.
It didn’t feel right to be mated accidently. She doubted he would even honor the union. Which would be irritating, but not too different from her isolated life now. Although up to now, Amee thought she would find her mate one day.
With that thought she ignored the mating label and figure out what kind of map he needed. Stick to business. She could focus on the one thing she was good at.
But first, she took the box with her stinger. “This is mine. And we have to talk about your map.” Tilting her head to the tug. “This way.”
Amee sat in her captain’s chair powering on the navigation screen. Calo’s scent was filling up the bridge. She thought she liked it before, but being saturated in it, she knew that she loved it. If his scent was on a pillow, she would rub her face in it.
Thankfully, he was not a pillow, and she had the self control to keep her feelings to herself. Clearing her throat, she asked, “What map do you want?”
He was standing next to her looking over her equipment, as if he was not use to being in any other seat but the main one.
“I need details on the Trough Islands.”
That made her peer up. “Near Point Baeo?”
He nodded. “There’s a race. Usually a Dirth’s only kind of race, but this year they opened it up to us,” he said the word us but she knew he meant wobblers. “The thing is, those islands have been sanctioned off, and no one knows what’s out there. Getting the map from you will even the odds.”
“Okay,” she said. But she wasn’t sure he was correct. Even if he got the details, it wouldn’t ensure a win. He would have to drive a boat better than a Dirth – who would have spent their entire life on water.
Turning back to her screen she tapped the map she used for those islands.
Trough Islands was a section of beach with several medium to small mounds and rocks. It wasn’t enough to see the land from on top. You had to know the bottom too. Had to know what was too shallow, what rocks hid just under the waterline and if the coral had closed off a path.
“I haven’t been to Trough in a long time. The sea life will differ from what I remember. But this is the basic layout.”
He tilted his head one way and then the other. “This looks like you used a finger painting application from a Minky pad.”
Amee was proud of her map. By Calo’s tone, he seemed to think otherwise. She wasn’t a person prone to insecurities, but in that moment, she wondered if he saw her as less capable. She didn’t have a lot of technology. Mostly because she never had that kind of money, but also because the tug couldn’t support newer technology.
“I used what I had. There was a free painting option on the Minky screen. I used that to recreate the area.”
Calo held her eyes. “It’s fine. I can work with it.”
Amee felt a rush in her blood. His nearness, his size, his scent was hitting her. She looked away when she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. “Um, I was able to make it bigger,” she said hitting the tab that turned it from 2D to 3D. The image was not perfect, but it was the best she could do with what limited knowledge she had.
“I’ll be damned. Paint had a 3D filter?”
She watched him closely as his lips curled at the ends. Amee liked that she impressed him. Living alone, she forgot how good it felt to have her work admired. It was odd that she’d forget about something like that, and yet seeing it again, it was like that knowledge never left.
Calo reached up to touch the screen, but paused. “Do you mind?”
His fingers moved around the screen expertly. She had no idea what he was doing, but she was enthralled. The simplistic image that she had made turned into something with sharp edges, true colors and real shape.
It was… amazing. There was no other word for what he did.
When Calo moved back he asked, “It’s a rough remodeling. But it will show the depths better. Is there anything you see that needs changed? Corrected?”
Amee didn’t think it needed…. Wait. Looking closely, she pointed, and updated the few parts that were incorrect.
Calo fixed the image as she explained.
When they finished he updated her system and sent the file to himself. There was a moment of silence then. As if the tug or the air was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen.
Was this it? Would Calo take the map and leave? She didn’t want him to leave. Not when she knew he could be so useful. And spending time with him felt right.
“Thank you for the map,” he said breaking the silence.
Amee’s sunk in her seat hearing the goodbye in his tone. Reluctantly she tried to smile. “Anytime.” Then she started the tug and let the engine rumble. It was her way of letting him know that she understood he was leaving.
But, he didn’t leave. He looked, pained. Or maybe confused. “What is …. That’s a diesel engine, right?”
He pointed to the power button. “Turn it off. I need to check something.”
Amee turned it off and watched Calo take the stairs to the engine room. She didn’t know if he’d appreciate her following him around, so she remained seated.
While she waited, Amee grabbed a bottle chilled water in her cooler. She took a long drink, because she had been thirsty, but it wasn’t enough. Amee finished off the bottle still thirsty.
Holding the empty bottle she wondered if she was dreaming. It was only in her dreams that she couldn’t quench her thirst or hunger.
Calo, thankfully came back in, taking her from her internal musing. Not only was Calo real in touch, and voice. But she could smell him. Amee didn’t think she ever had a dream where she remembered someone’s scent.
He looked at the bottle and frowned.
Was he thirsty too? Holding up a new bottle she asked, “Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you. I wanted to ask if you can start to engine again.”
She put the drinks away before walking back to the consul and hitting the start button. The engine clicked and then roared to life. She didn’t know what to say because it sounded the same.
Calo, on the other hand smiled. “Better.”
Amee smiled back, but she had no idea what was better.
He must have noticed because he said, “Take her out, and see how she runs.”
She sat down, tapping button to close the hatch. It was routine, that she had perfected. When the ship was low enough underwater she grabbed the throttle and powered it forward.
Calo moved to the seat next to hers, covered her hand and pushed the throttle down to full power. The engine roared louder. She tried to slow it down but Calo wouldn’t let her.
“You’re going to bust my engine. Why do you think I needed a stinger in the first place?”
“You’re engine’s fine,” he said calmly.
“You don’t know my ship,” she snapped back.
“Listen to her, does she sound clunky anymore?”
She listened and no it didn’t. “What did you do?”
“Fixed her. I’m pretty good with boats.”
She paused and really listened. “It’s sounds brand new.”
Calo shrugged as if it wasn’t a deal. He left his hand on hers. She didn’t know if he forgot about it, or if he liked her touch. Either way she wasn’t going to make a big deal about it.
The big deal was that she had to admit her engine never sounded better. Whatever he did, he fixed her ship better than she could have.
A gift a hundred times the value of her necklace, which she liked. Better than the stinger she needed. This was something she couldn’t repay. Feeling that gratitude, she was going to do whatever she could to help him in that race.
“When is the race?”
A loud rumble sounded from Calo’s pocket. He removed his hand from hers, to pull out a Minky pad. “Hey, Sem.”
“Alarm is going off at the warehouse.”
Calo exhaled loudly before saying, “I’ll meet you there.” When he ended the call he turned to her, “Can you take me to my place in Point Baeo?”
Of course she could take him there. She planned to go there anyways. She needed to help him win the race. “Yes.”
She nodded and then noticed him rubbing the top of his hand. He caught her looking. “I tried to wash it off earlier. It’s permanent, isn’t it?”
Amee didn’t know how he thought about the mating, but she wouldn’t lie. “It’s permeant.”
He was quiet for a moment then, “Why do Dirths brand each other?”
“It’s a symbol to remember that you have a family that lives in your heart. That no matter how far you are, you are never alone. Dirths mate for life.”
He was silent, and she kept her eyes a head of her.
“Aside from you, I’ve never meet a Dirth I didn’t want to punch in the face. You all think you’re so smart, and yet not one of you has decent mechanical skills.”
She felt his words burrow into her skin. He did think she wasn’t capable. He was never going to accept her as a mate. A subtle coldness settled into her stomach.
Calo didn’t stop there. He continued, “I grew up in Point Bao. I know exactly how much Dirths hate everyone else. I know you think we’re wobbly legged idiots, but I also know that groups of Dirths helped or let kids drown. I was dragged under water to see how long I could hold my breath. They held me down until I drowned. My friend Sem was pushed into the deep water when he was too young and hadn’t learn to swim. They pumped our chests and brought us back, but no one ever forgets drowning.”
His voice took on a dark edge. One she wanted to shrink away from. She purposely put him in the water today. “I’m sorry for digging the plank to make you go in. I didn’t know you couldn’t swim. Had I known I would have never done that.”
Calo turning in her direction he leaned. “I can swim and hold my breath for a long time. And I knew the vest would take me down. I was about to take it off when I saw you jump in after me. That’s when I stopped swimming to see what you’d do. I thought you’d let me drown and then save me. When you cut the vest and then offered me air, I didn’t expect that.”
“But you didn’t let me give you air.”
He scoffed sitting back. “For good reason. I’m a Grach.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
Tilting his head back he whispered, “Yes, you do.”
“Are you thirsty?”
“What?” she asked not sure if he was changing the topics.
“Are you wishing you could drink a bottle of water?”
Yes. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Tilting his head back down he said, “The need to drink is from me. A withdrawal symptom. Graches all have addictive properties. The thing that makes us different is our unique withdrawal symptoms. No that everyone has a different one, but more or less that there is no set symptom. Until your body gets over the addiction, you will be constantly thirty.”
That explained a lot. And she was grateful for the explanation. But he was wrong about one thing. “If what I feel is the worst part of giving you air, I would do it again. In a heartbeat.”
“You say that now. Give it time,” his voice was grave and she could see that it bothered him that he affected her.
She let the topic die. He wasn’t going to believe her when she said it wasn’t that bad. She had suffered worse. She knew what real thirst was. Thirst that was only minimally quenched when she caught food with the rustic items she had. Or when it rained.
That was thirst.
Knowing that water was always chilled and plentiful would keep her mind right.
The silence wasn’t comfortable so Amee asked, “How did you learn to fix ships?”
Calo took in a breath. “My dad was a diesel mechanic. But he cranked on large trucks. Taught me to help. When I got older, I left to build engines for speed boats. I make the engines and Sem makes the bodies. We have a good business. Top of the line.”
“How long have you been in business?”
She nodded letting him know she heard him. The bridge got quiet, for a moment and then he asked, “Do you live in an underground city?”
“Nope. I left when I was sixteen.” She could see him watching her out of her periphery.
“Is that normal?”
She shrugged. “At sixteen we’re given a choice to live in the community or leave. If you leave, you can’t come back.”
“Why did you leave?”
She peered over, “Because it’s crowded and everyone knows your business. And it stinks.”
Cautious amusement passed over his face.
She smiled for him before focusing back on her objective.
“You left the underwater city because it was too crowded? Do you belong to another community?”
“I’ve never heard of someone not belonging to a community.”
She shrugged one shoulder. “Most surface communities are harpins. A few true Dirths that were born from the water.”
“You sound like harpins aren’t good enough. Are Dirth’s prejudice against harpins?”
“I assume some are, but that is because of the person. Not a Dirth thing. I don’t have a problem with harpins.” She looked over at him, “And all of my business are with wobblers. So I don’t have a problem with anyone.”
Calo looked her over and then asked, “What do you do?”
“Deliveries. Fresh foods, whatever they need. I deliver to the floating hotels.”
He gave her a slow nod. She didn’t know if that was because he thought it was stupid or not. She tried not herself feel inadequate. At sixteen she had to first survive the weeks at sea until she hit land. And then she had to find a way to live on the surface. So many things she didn’t understand or know.
Calo was probably a million times craftier, but she was not helpless.
“Do you like it?”
She shrugged. “It’s good pay.”
“That always helps,” he said with an understanding smirk.
Inside Calo’s garage he handed her a motion sickness tab. She took it but her eyes kept going back to all the bright-colored ships. The sharp lines, and sleek sides. Or at least that’s what they were supposed to look like. Several of them had been battered. Many with broken windows.
When she did nothing with the tab, Calo took it back, removed the thin plastic and reached behind her to lift up her hair. He pressed the sticky thing against her neck and said, “It works best near the spine. Let me know if you still feel sick, though. I keep these things for people with motion-sickness, not stillness-sickness.”
He let down her hair and then said, “If you take the walkway up the hill, it leads you to my house. Feel free to whatever you like.”
“I’m fine,” she said not wanting to leave his side. Not yet. Not in a place she didn’t know.
Calo used his head to point to the damage. “I need to check the boats, and make sure the one I’m using in tomorrow’s race is good to go.”
“I can help,” she said earnestly.
He hesitated for a moment. “Okay.”
Amee felt that hesitation. He probably thought she was useless, but she wasn’t. And she would prove to him that not only was she a fast learner, but she could work all night if needed.
Sem was working on a red boat with black and blue details. Calo pointed and said, “This is the one I’m racing tomorrow.”
Sem peered up to Calo and then looked at her. Sem’s expression went from blank to curious. As if he didn’t understand what she was doing there.
If Calo saw the look, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he climbed up and began asking questions and then giving orders. He reminded her of the Dirth leader in her old community. Confident and able.
Amee didn’t want to admit it, but she admired him. Respected him. And that assessment had nothing to do with how good he smelled, or how she wanted to reach over and touch his skin.
It was late; the moon was on its downward journey. Calo’s racing ship had been fixed – at times by taking items from the others. She learned a lot about ships in those hours. Her mind was a little foggy with the need to drink, but she kept an eye on how much she consumed. Knowing she could easily over drink.
Calo watched her too. She could see his wince every time she took a sip.
He wasn’t to blame, and she didn’t know how to get him to understand that. Since she couldn’t think of anything, she decided to wait until the next day.
They were walking back to her tug, to get her things. Calo didn’t argue so much as he told her, she had to sleep in the house. He didn’t give excuses or reasons. Just laid out what she would do.
Amee finally agreed but said she had to get her things. Calo, left with her, telling her it wasn’t’ safe to be alone near the water at night.
That was the reason behind his argument she thought. And at the time she thought he was being paranoid. She lived in the water. It was the safest place.
As they neared the boat she slowed because she was sure she saw something moving in the dark. Her arm came out to stop Calo.
“There’s someone on my boat.”
Calo lifted her up and moved her aside as he rushed forward. Amee followed close and the intruders on her ship yelled out, “he’s coming,” and then four dark figures jumped from the boat.
Calo went right towards her ship. She jerked left and dove off the platform.
The water was dark, but her hearing was good. The intruders were swimming towards her right, so she followed.
The one she was following was slow. Amee caught up, grabbed his leg and wrapped him up like an octopus. He kicked and punched but she was able to regather the male’s limbs. As they floated towards the surface, she took in a lung full of air and let him, then dunked him back down as she used her one free arm to move towards the dock.
The swim would have taken longer if Calo didn’t come looking for her. He threw a floating contraption at her and used it to pull her in. He pulled up the intruder and held him down with a knee to the other male’s neck. Then he leaned over and pulled her up.
Once she was on the dock he said, “If you were trying to impress me, you’ve succeeded.”
Calo carried the intruder to her tug at her insistence. On the ship she noticed several boxes were gone from the top deck. On the way to the bridge she scanned the area and noticed her cooler was open and nothing was inside.
Some Dirths became that way because it was easier to steal than to hunt for their own food and water. She had only come across them once. Interestingly enough it was around the Trough Islands.
She wondered if that meant the whole community were scavengers.
Amee had Calo put the male down in her cargo room. At first the intruder tried to fight his way out, but Calo was there to stop it.
Amee waited in silence watching the male, taking in his small size, his light skin – not bronze skin that was expected with a surface Dirth.
“You can’t keep me here. Beme will come for me. And he will kill all the landwalkers,” the male said to the floor.
She turned to Calo, “Do you know who Beme is?”
He nodded. “He leads the Dirth community right off the Trough Islands.”
Amee could see in his expression and tone that he didn’t like Beme. No, that was too nice a word. Calo looked as if Beme was a nuisance, the digging consistent kind.
“You do not speak the names of a Dirth!” the male said with venom.
Calo’s lips pursed, and she watched as his irritation rose a notch. And in that moment, something clicked inside her. Something dark, vindictive and possessive.
This male, whatever his name was, vexed her mate. Intruded into his home and destroyed the things he created. This act was not random, nor was it the first time.
Without Calo saying a word about it, she knew, deep within her bones that he suffered the theft, the damage and everything else for years. And this race, would be one of the few times he could dig back at them.
As his mate, she liked his motivation. But as a Dirth, she had a message to send to the community.
Standing next to Calo she said, “Would you mind getting me a drink of water?”
His eyebrows furrowed at her.
“Please,” she said with a sweet voice that belayed her true intentions.
Calo looked at the male, “I’m not leaving you here alone.”
She mocked a frown, “I caught him, remember. I’m sure I can take care of anything he tries while you’re gone.”
Calo hesitated, so she pushed him gently on the arm and he left. When he did she shut the door and slowly began to unfasten her wet shirt.
The male had seen her in his periphery when she first began. Now that she had his full attention she pulled off the top and let it land in a wet plop.
The male’s eyes widened. “You’re a…
“Yes, I am.” Her chest, belly and upper arms were covered in black marks. If the harpin knew what the marks meant, they he knew that she was a whale killer. Something that was practically impossible to do on your own, but she accomplished it at fifteen.
“You’re a Dirth, like me,” he almost smiled as he got up. She could see the look in his eyes. He didn’t think she meant him harm. He expected to be let go.
Amee wrapped a foot around his ankle and pushed him back down. “You’re not a Dirth. Your chum.”
The male struck out. She took his hand twisted it as she slammed his face down on the floor. She heard the sound of cartilage breaking. Blood sprayed on the white paint.
The male rounded back she let him, so he could see her calm face. “Dirths don’t take things that aren’t theirs.”
She watched to see if he showed any remorse. He didn’t. “Dirths don’t destroy what another made.” Again, she waited to see remorse or guilt. All she saw was hatred.
Good. Because she wasn’t done yet. “You don’t respect the sea. And you don’t respect yourself. You’re old enough to be mated, but you’re not, which means you have no talents to keep a family. You’re worthless.”
When she said the last word, the male roared as he lunged at her. She was not in a good position at first. She took the hit, and then rolled, jerking up her hip to roll him over. He was heavy, and it didn’t work on her first try.
He scrambled out of her old when she flipped him. Amee moved to her feet and watched her prey.
“Calo is our enemy, he took our piece of ocean. Got the land people to declare Trough Islands no longer belong to us. That we have to allow landwalkers to touch out land. Our water. They disrespect the sea – and you’re fighting for them. When Beme finds out a Dirth has sided against him, he will kill you.” The male spit blood on the floor. His nose was twisted, already dark blue and swelling.
“The sea cannot be claimed by you or anyone else. The sea owns itself and we are its family, invited to live inside her. If you want to live alone, you live in the cities. The surface waters are for those, who want to be alone. Who answer to the sea – not to a leader. Not to anyone.”
“You may have left your city. But I was born into mine, and I will not leave it. We will fight for what belongs to us.”
Amee turned when the door opened and Calo walked back in with a frosted bottled of water. He looked at her with a frown. When he looked at the male his frowned turned into something else.
Amee took the bottle, removed the lid and took a deep gulp before capping it and setting it down. Then she recapped what the male said regarding the islands.
Calo nodded. “He’s right. I did get it reversed because you had multiple deaths every year for the past six years. Surfers who got too close to your area were pulled under and drowned. I know a guy who works on the force and he told me the few that lived all said they were pulled under by Dirths and held down until they died.”
Amee’s heart went out to the men who were taken and killed. It was a tactic that Dirth’s used by those who got too close to the underwater cities. She didn’t like it then; she didn’t like it now.
“They trespassed on our ocean.”
Calo tightened his wrists at his side. She could understand that reaction, in fact she felt the same way, but killing this man would accomplish nothing. They had to go after the whale. They had to take down Beme.
Amee crouched down and picked up her shirt. “I’ve told you before, the sea is not yours. But you’re not the brains of your community, so it’s pointless to waste my time explaining it.” Standing up she said, “I expect you to return everything you took by tomorrow morning. If you don’t, I’ll help Calo get all of your homes relocated.”
When the male didn’t move she jerked her chin to the door. “You’re not welcome on my ship. Get out.”
When the male left, and she was alone with Calo he looked over her body. “You have a lot of marks.”
Amee twisted her shirt in her hands to get the water out. She did so because she felt a deep blush. “I accomplished a lot growing up. My father liked to push me to see how capable I was.”
He lifted a finger, but didn’t touch her skin. “What is that?”
He pointed to the last mark she achieved. The one that made her superior to most of the citizens in the underwater city. No one but her and her father had that particular mark.
“It’s the mark of a whale killer.”
At first he just looked at it then he his mouth dropped. “An actual whale?”
She nodded. “My myself with a very long and sharp spear.”
He made a sound and backed up. “Are you serious? A whale? There are no small whales.”
She nodded and then pointed to the mark next to the whale killer. “This means I can hold my breath for fifteen minutes.”
“What?” Calo rubbed his head. His eyes still wide.
She pointed to the second symbol fighting a grin at his astonishment. He sounded impressed and she really liked it when he was. “This means I brought more than twenty pounds of food in one hunt.” When his eyebrows furrowed she explained, “It’s a lot. And it feed a lot of families.”
He nodded, but she knew he would never truly understand.
She pointed the first symbol and said, “This is a symbol of my family. Family lines have unique symbols.”
“It has a trident,” he said lifting a finger. “I’ve never seen anyone with that before. Most of the Dirth’s I see only have one or two of these circle looking things.”
She bit her lip not if she should tell him about her family. “You won’t see another person with a trident. My family runs the five underwater cities in this ocean. My father ran mine.”
Calo waited, but didn’t push. She could see the curiosity though, and she appreciated that he let her decide if she was going to speak or not.
“I have a brother. He’s younger and he would be a better leader. But because I was born first, I would end up leading the community. I chose to leave – against my father’s decision to make me stay.”
She swallowed and faked a smile. “So… I’m just going to grab my stuff and put on some dry clothes.”
Amee took a step to walk past Calo when he stopped her by grabbing her hand. The one with her mating mark. He raised it up and inspected it again. Then said, “So what you’re telling me is… I’m mated to a water princess?”
His tone broke the emotions she was keeping down. She laughed so hard she cried.
Just before sunrise Amee woke up, thirsty and feeling sick. She also noticed a hand around her stomach. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and who was holding her. Slowly moving out from under Calo’s hand was easy. Until he grabbed her and pulled her back.
“Calo,” she said pulled at his hand that was holding her tighter than before. “I’m going to throw up. I need to go.”
He groaned rubbed his forehead against her neck and then stopped. “Sick?”
“Yes,” she said making quick breaths, so she didn’t upchuck.
Calo let her go. They both got out of bed. She went for the bathroom that was connected to the room. Calo walked to the bedroom door saying, “I’ll get you another tab.”
Amee splashed water on her face and then followed him silently. He didn’t know she was there until she walked into the garage behind him.
Just like the time before he put the tab on her neck. But this time when he let down her hair, he kissed it.
She turned to him in surprise.
He opened his mouth and then shut it. then made a noise as if he was saying, I don’t know why I did it either.
She would have laughed at him, but she was still unsettled. Her thirst was intense and she was hungry as well.
When they walked out of the building a man was standing at the end of the bridge. He wasn’t too tall. He had bronze skin, and long light sun weathered hair. He moved with the waves expertly.
“Do you know him?” she asked.
Reaching down she took his hand in hers and they walked casually, as if they didn’t care there was a stranger standing shirtless with a clear dagger on a homemade rope on his waist.
As they got closer, she saw the males marks. Apparently so did Calo. “He has for marks too. One looks like yours.”
“From right to left, the first as you know is family, the second is a great hunt, third is he can hold his breath for ten minutes and the last is … he killed a shark.”
Calo snickered. “Probably a pygmy shark. It grows about ten inches, they are all over the islands.”
Amee tried not to smile, but failed.
As they neared she told Calo, “Let me speak to him.”
He didn’t look pleased, but then said, “You’re the princess.”
She was not a princess. She as Amee. No longer an heir to the underwater cities.
When they stopped a respectable distance, she made a Dirth sound. It meant, who are you?
“I’m Beme. And I was told you threatened the community. And that you’re a Dirth who’s sided with the landwalkers.” He pointed at their clasped hands and said, “And now I realize why. You mated the enemy.”
Amee held his eyes as she said, “I’m sure you didn’t come here to tell me what I know.” Her tone was slow and insulting.
“I came to demand you explain yourself. No Dirth’s are allowed in my community without first getting approval.”
Amee never blinked or looked away as he talked. And neither did Beme. It was what leaders did when they first meet. The first to look away had to relent to the laws of the winner. She was doing that now. Showing her authority.
Beme had no idea what or who she was, and his frustration showed.
“I answer to no one but the sea.”
“You’re in my territory,” he growled.
Her tone dulled as the fight to not look away intensified. “Your community is not recognized by the leading family. Surface dwellers are just that. If you commune together so be it, but you have no authority.”
His lips pressed together. His eyes dark with furry. “You’re from the underwater cities. You don’t know that the surface Dirths have their own authority.”
Her eyes hurt and almost started watering. She needed to end this conversation. “Chum doesn’t have authority.”
Beme lunged at her, drawing his knife. She was thrown back by Calo in a swift move as he intercepted the attacker.
The fight was quick. Calo had Beme’s arms behind his back. The Dirth looked full of fear and rage, as his own knife was held steady at his neck.
Amee got up in one fluid motion. Leaning into his face she said, “You’re no leader. You’re a poor excuse for one. You probably killed a dwarf shark just to get your last mark.”
“It was a white!”
She looked unimpressed.
It was then she had an idea. On impulse she said, “I challenge you, for the rule of your people.”
“Never,” he ground out.
“What?” Calo mouthed with a look of displeasure.
But she knew what she was doing. She said again, “You can’t back down from a challenge. You have to accept or I will make sure very one knows you feared me.”
“I fear no one,” Beme hissed.
“Then you accept. The winner of the challenge rules your community.”
Beme’s nostrils flared. “Fine. The winner of today’s race rules the community.”
“She can’t join the race,” Calo said, “she would have had to sign up and pay the fee.”
Beme’s smile was full of mirth. “As her mate, you will take her place.”
Calo let the male go, but didn’t return the knife. “You’re saying if I win, that I rule the community?”
“No,” Beme scoffed. “If you win, she rules the community. You’re not Dirth. You can’t rule.”
Calo looked at her in question. She told him, “As the challenger, I can’t name the fight. He chose racing. And you will have to race for me. Will you do that?”
Her mate’s chest rose and fell. Multiple times before he said, “Yes. I’ll do that.”
Beme chuckled. “A landwalker won’t win the race.” To her, he said, “And when I win, I will make it clear to my people that you are not welcome here. That if you step foot in or on the water, your fair game.”
She gave him a long look and said, “And that is why I’ve challenged you. You’re chum and you’re not a worthy leader.”
The Dirth didn’t like her words she could tell. But he didn’t speak. He turned and dove off the end of the bridge and swam in the chilled morning water.
Calo took her hand and pulled her back toward the house. “Come on, before you start a fight with the mayor.”
Amee was standing on the dock next to Sem. The sun was high in the sky; the air was sticking to her skin. It was not a hot day, but her thirst made her feel like it was scorching.
She was able to keep focused on Calo until he left her on the dock. As soon as he drove off, she remembered her thirst. The need to drink was strong and demanding.
Taking a breath she tried to push it out of her mind, but it didn’t work.
Amee clenched her teeth and hoped she could power through it.
There were seven boats lined up. Calo’s red stood out to her, but many of the boats were bright and slim.
The countdown clock ticked backwards. Ten…nine…eight…
She swallowed hard, but her mouth still felt dry. So much was riding on this race and she was fighting a stupid thirst.
Sem held up his hand and started to yell.
She had missed the start. Damn. Amee eyes scanned the water and found his boat. He was not in the front, but he wasn’t far behind. The lead boat was white and took the corner hard, the riff made another boat fly into the air.
And that was the beginning to the carnage.
The longer the race went on, the more boats flipped and crashed. Some did so when there was no reason for it. Amee worried that the Dirth’s had traps in the water.
Calo’s red boat was on a straight away and then suddenly the ship wobbled.
Amee’s hand reached out and grabbed Sem’s shirt, terrified that Calo would crash like the others.
When he righted it he was behind, but not by far. She noticed something was wrong; he wasn’t going as fast as before, and that worried her.
“Come on, Calo,” Sem said to himself. Or maybe to her.
The white boat was still in front but Calo gained on him as they took two corners. Then they were on the last long straight away. The white ship was fast. Calo’s paced not gaining not losing.
Her stomach was in knots. “Oh, please, mother of the sea, smooth his path.”
They were almost there.
Calo’s engine was loud, and it got louder. The boat jumped as if it had extra energy and jumped ahead of the white boat right before the finish line.
Amee screamed, feeling the adrenalin rush hit her stomach. He won! Her feet started moving to the end of the dock. Her screams were long and loud, a warrior’s cry.
Calo pulled up to the dock, spotted her running. His mouth pulled up to a victory grin. She jumped off the dock, and he was there to catch her.
His mouth came down on hers, hard and passionate. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Calo came to his senses before her. His eyes looking over her mouth. “The addiction.”
He looked worried, and it insulted her. “Kiss your mate, and stop worrying about everything else.”
To her surprise, he kissed her again, this time slower, taking his time to learn her mouth and draw it out, making her want to find a place on the boat where they could do more than kiss.
A male’s yell caused them to stop. Turning toward the noise, but not letting her mate go she saw Beme getting out of his white boat. His face flushed with anger.
“This doesn’t count. He used an illegal engine. The Dirth judges will verify it.”
Calo’s face hardened. “You want them to inspect my engine, that’s fine. But then they inspect yours too.”
That stopped him for a moment. “The winner has to prove he didn’t cheat.”
“Oh, I can prove it. Can you though? I think an inspection is in order.”
Sem who she didn’t notice called, out, “I’ll get them.” The pale-haired man pulled out a Minky pad and tapped it a few times then explained.
Amee had watched as a handful of Dirths gathered around during the inspection. There was a point in which the Dirths and the wobbler judges argued. As if the Dirths were looking for any reason to disqualify Calo.
After two hours, the judges finally admitted Calo didn’t have an illegal engine. He was the verified winner.
No one cheered for him. But she gave him another kiss.
When she finished, she held the angry eyes of the Dirths that belonged to Beme. The theif from last night spit in her direction. “I won’t follow a Dirth that mates the enemy.”
She nodded, “I expected that of you, chum. You don’t honor the Dirth ways, or the Dirth challenges. I would be happy to exile you to the loan waters. I will drop you off myself.”
He looked confused. “What are you talking about? Drop me off?”
“When a Dirth leaves their community, they are stripped of everything except their knife. And they are placed in a small dink deep in the horizon. The sea will take you to your new home – if you survive, of course.”
“We don’t do that here,” he spat.
“It’s a Dirth custom, and as leader I say we follow all of the rules.”
He looked around as if he expected someone to stand up for him. No one did. The one female there cleared her throat and said, “Will we still told who we will marry?”
Amee felt that question in her gut. “That is not the Dirth way. A woman will only be married if she accepts three gifts from one male under the same sun.”
The female’s eyes widened. “Truly.”
“That is the law,” said Amee.
Another female pointed to her hand. “Did your landwalker mate give you three gifts? Or did he kidnap you like Beme said?”
Beme’s eyes cut to the woman, and he kicked her off the dock.
Sem was closest. But Calo launched himself up the dock at the same time. Beme ran, or at least he tried to. Many wobblers, captured him and held him down. Sem looked over at her. “What do you do with people like him?”
She wanted so badly to say, death. But her father was never bloodthirsty. He was firm and strict and so she followed his example.
“He will be left in the horizon.”
Sem’s face pinched. “I’ll do you the honor of dropping him off.”
She nodded wondering if he planned to kill him anyways.
Another Dirth asked her about more and more rules. She spent the rest of the afternoon she discussed the rules.
Calo stayed by her side, and she appreciated it.
When it was late she told them, she would visit the community in the morning. The Dirth nearest to her frowned. “You won’t be living in the community?”
“No, I prefer to live in my mate’s home.”
Amee had been holding Calo’s hand. After she said those words, he squeezed her hand. She hoped that meant he was pleased.
Calo had made dinner in silence. In fact, he had been quiet after the judges validation. Sitting across from her, she said, “Do you think I should grab a few motion tabs before we go to bed?”
He shook his head. “I grabbed a handful.”
Amee moved a carrot back and forth as she asked, “Are you upset over something?”
Again, he shook his head. But he said, “Are you supposed to live in the community? Is that a law?”
“I think it’s expected for those who live in the underwater cities. The surface communities are spread out more. Or at least that’s what I gathered.”
He stabbed a slice of meat and asked, “Do you want to live there?”
“No. Not even a little bit.”
Calo finally looked at her, surprised. “What?”
So that’s what he was worried about. With all the passion she could express she said, “I left the community because I don’t want to rule. I don’t want to be accountable to others or have to watch over others. I don’t want to rule these people. I fully intend on passing it down as soon as I find a worthy person.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very,” she said firmly.
Calo went through a series of emotions. So many she couldn’t follow. Then abruptly he dropped his fork, leaned over and wrapped his hand around her neck and kissed her. A kiss that burrowed deep, needy and explosive.
She kicked out of her chair, climbed over the table to get closer. Calo brushed the plates to the floor, laid her back on the table and covered her mouth again. She bowed her back pressing her chest into his needing his touch.
Calo pulled back, lifted her up and carried her to the couch that was wide and deep set. She pulled off her own shirt and unlatched her bra. Her mate’s eyes darkened, and he removed his shirt and then covered her skin with his body. Heavy and dense and all hers.
He kissed her again and took his time loving every inch of her body.
Hours later when they were both limp and tired she couldn’t stop touching him. Leaving feather light kisses along his jaw.
“I’m mated to a princess,” he said in a voice that was tired and amused.
“And I’m mated to the best boat racer on this side of the ocean, if not the planet.”
She saw his smile move up this face and crinkled his eyes. “Amee, anything you ever want, know that I will do anything to get it for you. Anything. You name it.”
She kissed his jaw and said, “I have way more than I ever wanted. Just don’t be surprised if I kiss you a lot.”
“My addiction, I know.”
She shook her head. “Your addiction I can handle. It’s your touch that I’m truly addicted to.”
His head tilted. “Really?”
“From the start.”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled. And then he pulled her up, took her to his bed and made love to her again.
Which means, I will force them to grow as a person, and then make the romance a tiring and vexing process – because every strong relationship develops by going through hard times. Or at least that’s what I believe.
In my Unexpected Series, my main characters get a love story and so will a few secondary characters who deserve a happily ever after. I’m a romance junkie and I am always watching my characters grow, waiting and plotting their love story. All of my characters have that little soft side to them – all but Clalls.
Clalls is Garna’s communication officer.
At the end of Unexpected Hostage book 1, you read about Clalls eavesdropping on a conversation between Sci and Sands. As he listens he learns that Sci’s brother was taken by a Numan named Fynbar. Sci’s brother – Chollar, arranged for Sands to get Sci off the planet were Sci would be safe from the Cerebrals who had planned to hurt him. To do so, Chollar had to allow the Cerebrals to capture him, giving Sands the distraction needed to grab Sci’s unconscious body and escape the planet.
Clalls makes a deal with Sci that if he finds his brother, Sci will owe him a favor.
At the beginning of Unexpected Demon book 2, the story begins with Clalls and Vivra (the heroine) surviving a ship wide disease that killed everyone but thirty-six crew members. In the prologue you get a little insight into Clalls’s character, but you understand more as the story progresses.
He’s not a follower, a leader or team player.
Clalls’s pale skin and hair is from his quarter Yunkin ancestry. His long and pointed teeth are proof of his Night Demon blood lines. And what many will not pick up is that his eyes are black where everyone else is white – that’s because he’s also part Allus. His irises are yellow and that part of his ancestry will be unfolded later.
He’s such a mixture of races and horrible childhood experiences that he is as reliable as – for a lack of a better word – Rumpelstiltskin. The tricks, wayward deals and prying are synonymous with Clalls.
What makes this series so fun to write is that the crew on Garna, is not made up of all honorable, or drop dead attractive characters. There are people who are scared, who have cybernetic limbs and… then there is Clalls. The leader, Captain Rannn is forced to accept these wide variety of personalities and make a place for him or her despite major character flaws.
As I wrapped up the final edits on Unexpected Demon I asked my beta readers what they wanted expanded in the story. One common response was to know what happened on Eldon.
Eldon was the planet with the outbreak that killed billions on the planet.
I decided to add that to the bonus content. I included back story – specifically what Eldon’s last days looked like. I wrote a short fiction, about 13K words from Clalls point of view.
The story takes place before the prologue in Unexpected Demon, and you can read it here.
If you have a few moments, I hope you get a chance to read it, it is not a romance, but it give a lot of inside into my world, and into the motivations of my unfaithful character Clalls.
*featured image found on pintrest.
No joke, this guy was an accident I wrote in Unexpected Prize. He appeared during the early drafts when the Rastos Captain was trying to sell “The Cerebral” to the Chancellor. I was in a jam trying to figure out how to smoothly introduce Sci – the Cerebral into the story. It may be a good time to confess I didn’t outline very well for Unexpected Prize.
Sci was going to be my hero in the debut novel Unexpected Hostage. So I needed to make sure he was rememberable. Something that readers would think about after they finished reading. I needed to make them curious about a man that didn’t have one word of dialog. Not sure if I hit the mark on that, but it is, what it is.
During the first draft of Unexpected Prize, Sci was in a cage – awake and ended up using Cara to free himself. After re-reading that scene over and over…the plot holes were endless so I decided he needed to be unconscious. The new problem being, if he was so powerful…how would anyone or anything subdue him?
My next thought: I’ll knock him out.
That “person who knocked him out” became Sands the cyborg with metal lines in his jaw and a black leather jacket.
Sands wasn’t supposed to be anybody. At least that was the plan back in 2017 when I was working on Unexpected Prize. He was supposed to be a name forgotten and die quietly within the night during the following book. Kind of like a “red shirt” character…
Once I began Unexpected Hostage he was no longer needed to keep Sci unconscious. That responsibility had transfered to Ansel the Numan. But Sands refused to fall into the background and be forgotten.
I kept writing him into scene and scene, the jerk would make some snarky remark to someone, show no loyalty, and yet have a great deal of information about everything. At one point he even exposed Sasha’s secrets half heartedly blackmailing her. Sands became the simmering chaos to bring the characters to life. Sands developed into a perfect static character that had a unique physical look, a
Sands became the simmering chaos to bring the characters to life. He developed into a perfect static character that had a unique physical look, a distance brooding personality and unexplored skills.
To sum it up, he became one of my favorite characters.
While working on the rough drafts and outlines of two other books in the series, I learned Sands backstory – specifically how he became a cyborg. I discovered who he was before the change and why he acts the way he does. Knowing what I know, I just want to wrap my arms around him and try to hug the flesh and metal to remind him that he never lost himself. He just lost his way.
Seriously, this male deserves a happily ever after.
And just in case you noticed…. I don’t know when it happened but, Sands lost his leather jacket at some point during the Donnie (the cannibal space scavenger) attack.