Book Seven: Chapter 41

“We’re full of surprises.” He moved toward the table. “May we join you?”

“Please.” Kailani clapped her palm against the stone table, and servants emerged from the wall of water. Floating along on large bubbles of water, they carried trays carved from lava rock. The table was set with stone goblets in a matter of moments, and the servants poured a dark red liquid into each cup.

“What is it?” asked Mike. Ingrid had moved to sit between him and Beth, and she tapped the chalice in front of her.

“Fermented blood. It’s the merfolk version of wine.” She ran her fingers along the rim of the cup and flicked away a bead of water. “It is very much an acquired taste, and I must warn you that humans can barely make it through a full cup without getting terribly drunk. Please pace yourself.”

“But it is tradition. Tradition is important.” Kailani picked up her goblet and raised it. “To the Caretaker and his family.”

“To the Kingdom of Nalu.” Mike raised his own glass