She glared at him. Glared fiercely and deeply into his weary and troubled eyes.

Without a sound, without a single word she made her feelings known to him.

She hated him. Loathed him. Despised him for what he had just done to her.

He could see the furry written upon her brow and felt it radiating off of her flawlessly

angelic face.

If looks could kill than death would have surely claimed his soul hours ago.

He couldn't really blame her. He had just taken her, the only mermaid he had ever seen, right out of the ocean.

Plucked her right out of her home...

So what if it was for her own safety.

Did it really matter if he had just saved her life, shielded her from his lustfully ravenous former partners...

He was sure that she would never care, that she would never forgive him.

But he had to do it. He had to make sure that they would not have their way with her.

This was one ningyo that would live to see another day, one way or another.