Book Seven: Chapter 37

“There won’t be time,” Ingrid said. “The itinerary is full. We were going to do a flyover of the property this morning, but that was pushed back by...this.” She gestured toward the still draining Cove. “So we’ll try to do that later tonight. As long as the weather holds, we should strike out early tomorrow morning.”

“Agreed.” Mike was about to add something else when his breakfast was set down in front of him. He thanked his server and then tackled the massive omelet he had ordered. Halfway through his meal, he realized someone was missing. “Where’s Wallace?”

“Somewhere else.” Ingrid frowned at her plate. “The merfolk aren’t very fond of him.”

“Tell me more about the merfolk.” Ratu sipped at a cup of tea, her sparkling eyes fixed on the mage. “I assume their culture varies wildly based on location.”

“They do.” Ingrid’s forehead scrunched up. “To our knowledge, all merfolk have a monarchical system, meaning a king or queen. Their anatomy will vary depending on