“I see you. I’m the only one who sees you. Work with me?”
Rock forgot how to breathe.
The owner of the voice looked like a human, if humans came in rust red. Mottled brown stripes and splotches made the light dance over the length of him, bright pink scratches painted over top. Those scratches stood out. They looked like fresh scars.
Mermaid. That was a mermaid.