Chapter Twenty One

He'd followed her for two days. Had she lost awareness of danger as soon as she'd found her legs? Darghelm sneered at Miro's naivety. Her father had always been overprotective of his daughters, and he'd failed. One child was dead, and the other walked amongst humans—two lost princesses.

Miro had begun the search for Zalo. Darghelm could drag her back to the pod—again—but she wouldn't give up. So now he played bodyguard, watching as she caught up on human language and culture. Humans weren't hard to understand or mimic—elemental creatures with lower intellect.

Darghelm had walked on land many times. He knew the language and the nature of the enemy. Thanks to his fisheri brain, learning English took only a day or two. He hated humans but liked their simplicity. Darghelm knew Miro's next step would be calling for Zalo.

The fisheri could communicate like whales but at a much higher frequency. The average adult human can hear sounds between 20 - 20,000 hertz, and a fisheri's