Azure (Drowning In You)

by Thoma, Chrystalla

  “I have some errands to run,” he said, sighing. “I need to go.”

  “Fine.” She walked to the hotel entrance, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Before she turned around to wave goodbye, she heard the truck tires squeal, and Kai was gone.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The course of true love never did run smooth.

  Shakespeare

  Love carries within the tempest.

  Myra Crow

  “Liv!” Kirsten intercepted her as she entered the lobby. “Good timing.” She was wearing a pretty necklace of multicolored beads and held shopping bags.

  “Hi.” Olivia wasn’t in the mood to talk. She forced some air into her lungs. “Did you have a good time?”

  Kirsten gave her a once-over, dropped the bags and grabbed her by the shoulders. “What happened?”

  “Nothing. Just...” Oh god, she was going to start bawling. No way.

  “You had a fight,” Kirsten said, her clear eyes filling with shadows. “With Kai.”

  Olivia swallowed hard. “Not really.” She couldn’t meet Kirsten’s knowing gaze. “Sort of.”

  “I thought he was a not rebound guy to make you feel better. You’re getting in too deep.”

  “Oh Kirsten.” Olivia almost did break down when she was pulled into her friend’s arms. “He has secrets and won’t tell me and he’s so sad and I can’t take it, and—”

  “Hush. You don’t need this, honey. We won’t be here much longer. Come with us tomorrow, let’s have fun. That’s what we’re here for.”

  “You don’t understand, he...” He needs me, she was about to say, and stopped herself. She liked to believe that, didn’t she? He’d been living here for years probably, then she showed up and thought she could rock his world and save him from his past. “I’m so stupid.”

  “No, you’re not. We’ll make a great plan for tomorrow. It will be wonderful, you’ll see.”

  Right. She nodded. “Yeah.”

  Markus ambled toward them, wearing his sunglasses on top of his hair, keeping his long hair back. “Everything okay, girls?”

  “Alles gut.” Kirsten shot Olivia a questioning look. “We’ll just get the bags upstairs and make an exciting plan for tomorrow.”

  He smiled. “Perfect.”

  She followed them toward the elevators. Perfect, yeah. Keep a clear head, Liv. It shouldn’t be so damn hard. She barely knew the guy.

  She almost crashed into Panos who was returning to his spot behind the reception desk.

  “Markus,” she said, grabbing his arm. “Come with me.”

  “Where?” He exchanged a puzzled look with his girlfriend. “Liv?”

  “I need backup. You’ll do.”

  “Backup for what?”

  She tugged him toward the desk. “Just look intimidating.”

  “Intimidating? Me?”

  “Yes, Markus, you. You’re a six foot tall Viking. Try to look threatening.”

  Markus, who was like an overgrown puppy around people, frowned but followed nevertheless, leaving Kirsten alone at the elevators.

  “Panos.” Olivia waited for him to look up.

  He frowned. “Hello. How can I help?”

  “You...” Olivia shook her head. “Your English is better today.”

  “I study English. I learn words.” He grinned. “Every day I learn words.”

  “Oh. You take lessons?”

  “Lessons in book.” He rummaged under the desk and pulled up a paperback.

  Markus snickered and she had trouble stifling her snort.

  “A Harlequin novel?”

  “Good dialogue,” Panos said, nodding. “Many words.”

  Markus nudged her. “Was machen wir hier?” What are we doing here?

  “Geduld,” she whispered. Patience.

  Markus glared and folded his thick arms over his chest. Well, well — that was exactly what she’d been hoping for. He looked huge like that, and he towered over Cretans.

  Panos eyed him and a worried expression tightened his features. “What is matter?”

  “Kai.”

  “He do something to you?” He shook his head. “Kai is good boy.”

  “What happened to him?” She wanted to grab and shake the man. “You want me to make Kai laugh. You want to see him happy.”

  “Happy, yes.” Panos nodded, his mouth down-turned.

  “Tell me what the hell happened to him, otherwise I can’t help. He won’t tell me. Nobody wants to tell me. The locals spit at him and say nasty things I don’t understand, and he’s miserable.”

  “People stupid. Kai is of the sea.” Panos waved a hand at the blue beyond the lobby doors. “The sea likes him. Old men are afraid. Place of old magic.”

  Oh god, not again with the magic crap. “What does magic have to do with him?”

  “Dangerous sea. The sea people call him.”

  Her head buzzed. “Sea people?”

  “Fish people.” He made a wave motion with his hand. “Half fish.”

  Oh dear god. “Mermaids? Freaking mermaids?”

  Markus produced a choking sound that might have been laughter.

  “He have the sign of the fish,” Panos said. “Mermaids,” he looked at her for confirmation of the word, “they come here. Always. Since old times. On beach, in water.”

  “Oh, come on.” She couldn’t hide her wariness. “I’ve read about the legends of mermaids. Seals and sea cows. In old times mariners thought they saw a similarity to humans, that’s all.”

  “You say,” Panos said slowly, brows drawing together in anger, “my ancestors are blind? They not see well? They live here, work here, see these mermaids all the time.”

  This was useless. How could you argue with matters of faith?

  Sighing, she glanced at Markus who was sort of wide-eyed. “What do mermaids have to do with Kai, then?”

  “The blood.” Panos thumped his chest and she fought not to roll her eyes. “My cousin. Blood of my blood.”

  “Yes?”

  “Magic is in blood. Mermaids have children with us, long ago. Many generations.” He lifted a finger. “Every seven generation, one child has magic.”

  That was what the locals thought? That Kai was, what — a merman? “You’re kidding me...”

  “Kai swim like fish.” Panos made swimming motions with his hands. “Breathe in water. One day become fish.”

  “That’s what they think? What you think? Why would you think that?”

  He shook his head, making an impatient noise. “You wear mermaid scale.” He tapped at his neck and she touched her pendant.

  “It’s just a stone.”

  “A gift. Use it.”

  “Oh gimme a break.” Shaking her head she turned away.

  “Navagio Beach,” Panos said. “Is where mermaids gather.”

  She turned back to Panos, but he was walking away, muttering. He slammed a door behind him, disappearing into the back of the hotel.

  “What is this all about?” Markus asked.

  “Not sure. Bunch of superstitious nonsense.”

  Only apparently this place boasted mermaids and magic, and a merman walking amongst them, cursed and shunned.

  A curse. This was getting ridiculous.

  Forget about understanding this mess. Forget about Kai.

  Dammit. As always, it was easier said than done.

  ***

  “Are you serious?” Kirsten muttered, seated on their balcony, staring intently at Olivia.

  Because Olivia had spilled the whole story — the mermaid stuff, and how the locals believed in it and harassed Kai.

  “That is a fucked up family,” Markus said, popping a peanut into his mouth. He had a bowl in his lap and a chilled beer in his hand which he waved as he talked. “Fawns and nereids, they haunt my dreams—”

  “Not now, Markus,” Kirsten muttered.

  “What? Myra Crow was fucked up, too. And she drowned. See the water connection?”

  Kirsten said nothing, sipping her beer, g
azing out into the night. The cicadas hadn’t stopped their song yet. The air was balmy and humid.

  “They believe all this shit, about the mermaids and the sea magic.” Olivia fingered the label of her beer, a local brew. “Kai suffers from it.”

  Was he down there, on the rocks, staring out at the sea like her?

  She wasn’t going down. This was crazy. Whatever his story was, she should keep out of it. She shouldn’t be remembering how safe and content she’d felt in his arms, or how soft his lips had felt against her mouth, how his taste had lit a fire in her body.

  No, she shouldn’t.

  “So what are we doing tomorrow?” She nudged Kirsten. “Hey, are you awake?”

  “We could rent a car and drive south, to Paleochora. There’s a ruined castle and nice beaches.”

  “Barbarossa destroyed the castle,” Markus said. “Not much to see.”

  “But the guide says the drive is scenic. And the food is good.”

  Kai had said he’d cook for her tonight. Olivia bit her lip and closed her eyes. She should stop thinking about him. Kirsten was right; she was in too deep already. Time to surface and swim to shore.

  “Sounds great,” she said, taking a big gulp of beer. “I’m in.” She was not going down to the beach no matter what.

  Later that night, she retreated to her room and grabbed the novel she’d started when she’d arrived. Vampires, werewolves. Safe, because she didn’t believe in these creatures. They didn’t exist.

  Mermaids, either.

  Although, one should allow for a possibility of things unknown.

  She fell on her bed, opening the novel. No, not really. Her whole supernatural first-hand experience — or second hand in this case — was a ghost seen by Peter, a friend in second grade. He’d sworn he’d seen it, but so what? He’d been into all sorts of weird stuff. He’d believe in mermaids, no sweat.

  But not her. She was a rational human being. A failure in many things, true, but a down-to-earth person.

  Impulsive, though. Not thinking things through. Self-centered. Dammit, was Justin right in all he’d said about her?

  Had she been too rash in hanging up on him like that? To decide it was over? She let the open book fall on her stomach. She thought about Justin, tried to see past his hurtful words, to remember what it was like to be with him. She remembered walking with him in the parks, talking. They’d mostly talked about him and his family, but maybe that was because she didn’t want to talk about hers. Didn’t want to recall the events that had led her there.

  Like Kai. He didn’t want to talk about his past, either. How could she blame him?

  Rubbing her chest, she forced her mind back to Justin. They’d biked, met with friends for dinners, gone to the movies.

  Had never talked about important stuff. Yeah, it was her fault, too, but he’d never pressed her. For which she’d been grateful at the time.

  But how had he thought to propose to her when he barely knew her? Hell, Kai knew more important stuff about her than Justin did.

  Back to Kai.

  He’d heard about the source of her pain and had held her and soothed her, but she didn’t know that much about him.

  About Kai.

  She knew his father came from this Cretan family, the Atis, who apparently had ties to mermaids and magic.

  Right.

  His mother was American. He’d been to college in New York. He lived now on Crete, having dropped out of college. The locals thought he was a merman and hated him for it.

  He was cute and really nice and hot and clever and funny and... Had she mentioned hot?

  Oh god.

  She rolled on her side, pillowing her head on her arm, letting the novel fall on the mattress. Out there heaved the sea, and Kai sat staring at the waves.

  She couldn’t go back to Justin; there was nothing to go back to. He hadn’t hurt her feelings; maybe because there hadn’t been any to hurt. They were done.

  And she couldn’t go to Kai, because they had barely started something and it was already complicated.

  Her heart heavy, she picked up the novel once more, determined to follow Marisa, the kick-ass heroine, all the way to the book’s happy end.

  ***

  The drive to Paleochora was as majestic as Kirsten had promised. In their rented car, they crossed Crete vertically from north to south coast, a relatively straight line. They rolled through rugged mountains covered in vegetation, bare rocks of many colors, gorges where streams sparkled, tiny hamlets and quaint little houses with chocolate tiled roofs.

  Kirsten was driving and of course that gave Markus the opportunity to crack countless, tasteless jokes about women drivers. It earned him quite an earful from both girls, and at some point Olivia, who sat in the back, managed to grab him in a chokehold, while Kirsten made faces at him.

  “I surrender,” he gasped, tapping the seat. “Women rule. Please spare my worthless life.”

  “Damn, Markus, I hate it when you give up so easily.” Olivia let him go and fell in the back seat. She sighed and edged to the right. To her left, cragged cliffs dropped down to a narrow gorge. A flock of wild pigeons flew up from its depths, like a fast-moving cloud, and faded into the sky.

  Beautiful.

  Which made her think of Kai and caused her to catch her breath.

  Stop it.

  Paleochora was a tiny town, built on a narrow strip of land stretching into the sea, the steep mountains at its back. It had two long beaches, one of black sand on the Cretan Sea, and one of golden sand on the Libyan Sea. Hard to believe that beyond the blue horizon lay Africa.

  Many things here were hard to believe.

  They parked among the hundreds of other cars. Some guys were windsurfing. There were cafes and tavernas and the sand was strewn with sun-baked bodies. So unlike the quiet beaches Kai had shown her.

  Frowning, she got out of the car, determined to push him out of her mind. Markus got them the last free umbrella on the beach, paying also for deck chairs, and they spread their towels and lay down among all the other roasting bodies.

  If only Kai would walk up the beach, his dark hair falling in his eyes, the water sparkling on his skin...

  “Are you here, Liv?” Kirsten waved a hand in front of her face. “You’re a thousand miles away today.”

  “Thinking.”

  “You look tired.”

  “I didn’t sleep so well.” There were dreams, she now recalled, in shades of blue, and mermaids swam, their long, serpentine bodies slithering around her, closing on her like a net.

  “You can nap.”

  “Wait a minute...” Olivia looked around at the packed beach as if seeing it for the first time. “Are we here because I look tired?” Normally Markus and Kirsten would have gone for hikes in gorges and on mountain tops. They were related to goats, Olivia was sure.

  Kirsten shrugged, looking only slightly guilty. “We enjoy a quiet day on the beach, too, once in a while.”

  “No, guys, you shouldn’t have done that. I can hike, you know.”

  Markus pulled his towel over his face. “It wasn’t for you, it’s for me. Kirsten wore me out last night. I need my rest.”

  With a snort, Kirsten threw her hat at him, which he dodged. “Shut up.”

  They read their books, dozed, waded into the water and even started a splashing match. Kirsten insisted they had to make a sand castle, because she hadn’t made one since she was little, and Olivia who barely remembered ever making one was happy to help.

  Early afternoon came and went, and hunger pushed them to find a taverna for a late lunch. Their trusted German guide book mentioned a couple of good places. They walked in the sweltering heat, winding through the narrow streets of the town, stone-built houses with wide porches and tall trees flanking them. They chose a seafood restaurant and sat in the shade. The song of the cicadas was deafening.

  Not enough to drown out her thoughts, unfortunately.

  The afternoon passed in a haze. The effort it took to concen
trate on the here and now, to laugh along to jokes and smile when she caught Kirsten or Markus’ gaze on her, was exhausting.

  It wasn’t fair. She wanted to have fun with her friends. She wanted to give them an honest smile and show them how much she loved them for being with her.

  She missed Kai. Dammit, how was that possible?

  It was the mystery surrounding him. That had to be why. If only she could find out the details of that freaking accident, maybe she’d be able to put her mind to rest.

  She pretended to doze on the way back to their hotel, curled on the back seat. Faking it was too damn hard. Always had been.

  The sun was setting when they reached the hotel and by the time she had showered and changed, night had fallen.

  She hurried down to the empty, dark beach. The only lights on were at the beach bar and she walked under the thatch roof.

  Matt smiled at her. “Hi. What will it be?”

  She glanced around. Two more customers sat at the bar, another two at a table. “A beer.”

  He passed her a local brew. “There you go, luv.”

  “Have you seen Kai today?”

  “Yup, he worked until four, like every day.”

  She nodded and sipped her beer. “I think I’ll walk on the beach.” She took her bottle and hopped off her stool. She just wanted to see Kai.

  From a distance. Only from a distance, she told herself, because he was like a drug and she couldn’t get close or she’d be hooked again.

  “You really like him, don’t you?”

  She paused with her back to Matt, her heart picking up speed. “Yeah.”

  “It’s this family,” he muttered. “This magic.”

  “I don’t believe in magic, Matt.”

  “Well, maybe you don’t have to believe it for it to be true. That’s what Professor Skinny says, anyway.”

  She turned around. “Professor Skinny?”

  “Well, Professor Skein, actually, but he’s really skinny, so...” Matt shrugged.

  “Who is he?”

  “A professor from Cambridge. Used to be famous for his folklore studies in the Aegean, digging up old legends and rituals.”

  “Used to?”

  “You see, one day he began believing this stuff. Satyrs, fairies, mermaids, you name it. Lost his credibility, then left England and moved here. He lives in the area. Took a Cretan wife, too.” He snorted. “We all do, once we’ve been here for a while.”