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Chapter Thirty Five
Galene squeezed the starched pillow in her lap as she stared at a white wall in the private room. The clinic seemed more like a retreat instead of a military facility. She'd expected to be treated like a captive lab rat, but rather, her medical team seemed kind and considerate.
The surgeon and anesthetist had just stopped by to explain her procedure, and Galene now felt reassured. Her MRI and x-ray results showed an impingement on her nerves and spine—from her trapped spores. The inflammation at the base of her skull was the reason for her pain. Did Galene want a fisheri restoration? Or could she go on pretending that she was human? Biting her bottom lip, she tried to process her changing world—a new reality that made her head spin. "We found your purse." Stralath strode into the room, and Galene jumped.He frowned at her response before eyeing her IV stand. "How are you feeling?""Fine. Um. Is anything missing?""I don'tRelated chapters
Tidal Souls Chapter Thirty Six
Five hours. Gale had been in surgery for five damn hours. What was taking so long? Stralath's foot tapped as he folded his arms and stared at the ceiling. He now sat outside the operating theater and kept glancing at the doors. Galene had seemed tired and impassive before the procedure, and Stralath knew the last few weeks had taken a toll on the feisty mermaid. She'd looked adrift as they'd wheeled her down the passage. Had he made the wrong decision in encouraging the surgery? Did they have a choice?Stralath swiped a hand over his face as heeled footsteps neared, echoing in the empty corridor. "Can I take a seat?" Coco's low voice asked.Stralath dropped his hand and glanced her way. "Yes, boss—this is your facility.""Our NIRL facility and you outrank me." She nudged his arm with her shoulder. She watched the theater doors. "And the first NIRL earth surgical unit to operate on a fisheri." Stralath shifted in his seat. He didn't care about any firsts—he cared about the patient.
Tidal Souls Chapter Thirty Seven
Galene wanted to remain in an anesthetized state. The localized agony in her neck and spine felt indescribable, and she clutched at a warm and soft blanket against her skin. She moaned and pulled in a shaking breath. A hand covered hers, and Galene focused on the touch. Was it Stralath? Aside from her mother, she wanted him by her side. Her mom had no idea what her adopted daughter was going through, and Galene refused to pull Violet into her chaos. Who else could she turn to? A sister she barely knew? Her foggy brain decided not to tackle her lonely existence. Instead, she focused on ignoring the screaming pain. "She's hurting!"Miro's voice sounded so close, and Galene jerked in response. "She's hooked up to morphine," Coco replied. "It might not be strong enough for an injured fisheri."Galene cracked open her eyes, and the room swung. Her sister held her hand, looking concerned. "We use our own mix of neuro-opiates in the water," Miro squeezed Galene's fingers. "I should've re
Tidal Souls Chapter Thirty Eight
"I can do it myself.""Sit your butt down and leave it to me." Miro balanced the heavy canvas, hanging it carefully on the pristine wall. "This painting is fly. I like that word—fly. English is such an expressive language." She wiped her brow as she stepped away, and they both cocked their heads, staring at the mounted artwork. "I mean, fisheri communication skills are way more advanced and sound celestial in comparison, but I dig English.""You 'dig' it. My painting is 'fly?'" Galene snorted. "This is what happens when you watch those nineties shows to learn English?""I was stuck in motel rooms while looking for you. I do like that series, 'Full House.' Ooh—and 'Friends.'"Galene laughed, and Miro's tension eased. She'd barely slept in five days as her sister had slowly recovered. She had to force herself to think of Zalo as "Galene." When her sister finally remembered her past, she'd reclaim her birth name—hopefully. "It's leaning towards the left." Galene pointed at the artwork a
Tidal Souls Chapter Thirty Nine
Galene needed a moment to think. Spending so much time with her siren sister was making her crazy. As a loner who usually avoided intimacy, Galene needed an escape. They'd even shared the bed in the tiny apartment, and between Miro's fussing and Harper's sulky attitude, Galene had chosen to sneak away in the early morning hours. She'd headed to the only place she found sanctuary—her studio. The now-empty space highlighted her hard work throughout her time in college. All of her paintings were now hanging in a gallery, and all that remained in the college studio was an unfinished canvas depicting a desolate sea bed. The scene was the first canvas she'd ever painted for her professors, and it had received criticisms—a lukewarm response compared to her later abstract works. Standing in front of the painting, Galene knew now why she'd painted the stark yet lonely scene. The ocean floor must've been a memory that held significance, and the way it stretched into desolate darkness indicate
Tidal Souls Chapter Forty
Stralath could sleep in any circumstance—rest was necessary for survival. He'd slept on hard spaceship floors and in disorientating planet storms. Resting on cave ground that resembles shards of glass was his worst overnight experience. Now, he lay in a comfortable bed. The room was at a perfect temperature. The curtained darkness provided quietude, yet Stralath couldn't sleep. He'd lain awake all night, worrying about a woman he should avoid. Finally giving up, he rose before dawn and had a long shower. Still restless, he paced like a caged hyena in front of the window. The hotel sat in an affluent neighborhood, and Stralath decided to get some fresh Hollywood air. Exercise would cure his agitation. As soon as Stralath hit the pavement, he rolled into a sprint. GANJI by PSY blasted through his EarPods, and he fell into an easy rhythm. Thanks to his Mesaphinean blood, he could run for hours and barely break a sweat. The cool morning breeze felt good, and he focused on a blank state.
Tidal Souls Chapter Forty One
Even though she wore low heels, her feet hurt. Like the rest of the students and staff, she’d been standing in the gallery all day. And now, it was late evening, and the opening seemed like a success. Galene crossed her arms and suppressed a yawn. Her halter-necked tea-length gown brushed against her legs as she walked back to her artwork. The coral-colored dress matched some of the tones in her abstract works, and she loved the gown’s vibrancy. She’d purposely chosen the high-necked, chiffon dress to cover the surgery site on the back of her neck. That, along with her loosely curled hair, concealed the injury from the prying public. Galene hadn’t eaten all day, thanks to the opening, and her stomach protested. She grabbed a few strawberries off a nearby snack table and stuffed them in her mouth before heading back to her space. Galene paused next to a group of older men who’d gathered around her largest work.“The strokes seem natural and fluid. What is the student’s name?” One of
Tidal Souls Chapter Forty Two
Kalder waited in the shadows. Hoping he'd guessed correctly, he shifted to get comfortable. The soft sand encouraged sleep, and he rolled back onto his knees while scanning the dark beach. This location was where the male fisheri had entered the water eight days ago, and Kalder had scouted the area for days, waiting for his return. Kalder had other vibrio informants stationed along the coast. Some cautiously swam the shallows, looking for the fisheri warrior. Movement within the species always indicated opportunity. The fisheri and vibrio were Calder's target market—fish who would buy his product. Kalder needed pod citizens to choose the land. What a world that would be—a new dominant species who could control the humans and exploit their businesses and resources. Only three percent of all sirens had become land walkers. Kalder wanted a new world for his kind. Imagine catering to land-walking pods—everything from preferred foods to skin products, salt water spas, and pod-designed
Tidal Souls Chapter Forty Three
Galene glanced at her sister as they made their way through the NIRL facility. The building's design worked on Galene's nerves. For a brief, surreal moment, she wondered how she'd ended up in a covert facility, layered with security and surrounded by alien friends and family. What was Miro thinking? The mauve-haired beauty hadn't said much on the trip over.Galene would finally meet dad number one. Would the ruler of the fisheri species embrace his lost daughter warmly? Did she want that embrace? No. Galene wanted to turn and run in the opposite direction. Stralath had given her a choice. She didn't have to meet her siren father, yet she'd agreed to the inevitable. "Vigtor won't take me away, will he?" She asked the question for the tenth time. Stralath touched her waist as he guided her into an elevator. "He'll have to fight the NIRL soldiers and me first."Soldiers indeed—Galene glanced at the two armed men who stood at the rear—guards on every corner. A chill ran down her spine
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