Rusalka not returning had nothing to do with me. The yacht was on the river. The vodyanitsa could have gone looking for her. Why did she keep me here because of something so trivial?
I sighed. A few bubbles escaped my lips. "That does not seem like a substantial reason to keep me here."
The vodyanitsa eyed move. "In this case, it is. I know that Rusalka is alive. If she died, I would have felt it. So, I am going to use you for a trade."
A trade. This was fucking ridiculous.
