His sharp eyes narrow as he considers us. "And what can she do?" he demands to know, gesturing at the redhead, "Pull a rabbit out of her hat?"
I laugh, and for once it feels good to laugh. A true one that bursts out, and the man looks worriedly at me. Okay, so maybe the laugh was a little too much or too strong.
"No, she's a mermaid," I tell him, bringing myself back under control. The man arches his eyebrows, but Brooke runs to the nearby pond and jumps in. She breaches the water a second later, launching into the air, her tail flicking water as she does a flip and dives back in. A few moments later, she crawls back onto the shore, and we watch as her tail splits into two legs before she stands up.
"You're ogling her," Angela laughs quietly to me, and I realize I was indeed enjoying the look of Brooke's lithe body, her clothes plastered to her.
I smile at the succubus, before replying, "So are you."
