Knock! Knock! I almost squealed in excitement at the sound at the front door. Prince Mitchalus's driver was here. Sophia forced a smile and gave my attire a once-over. Prince Mitchalus had told me land folks courted differently. Most of them went out for years without being ‘married’. It was a thrilling experience learning how to court on land. Prince Mitchalus was determined to let me undergo the pleasures of being on land. When he asked me out on a date, I smiled and nodded. My efforts to play it cool had not gone in vain. He did not comment on my reaction. Not knowing the next step, but wanting to please Prince Mitchalus, I had confided in Sophia. Right away, she knew which route to take. We went shopping. Instead of buying one dress, we bought three. Stilettos and accessories were a must. Sophia's words.We spent half a day getting me ready for the activities of the night. The first half of the

Prince Mitchalus’s sudden visit destroyed the mood for our girl's night out. Guardian Shelliot was no longer smiling. Now a scowl crinkled her beautiful face. It was like a warning sign warding off everyone and anyone. Sophia kept murmuring to herself that she had seen Guardian Torus before. Most of the time was spent with her nibbling on her bottom lip, wondering why he seemed familiar. I made her none the wiser. It was not my place to discuss Prince Mitchalus's business. He had to reveal himself to everyone. Due to the disastrous start of the night, we skipped dinner and went straight to the club. Between Guardian Shelliot's sneers and Sophia’s wandering mind, only rounds of drinks visited our booth. “I think he likes you. Why else would he take the time out to bust your balls?” Sophia tossed back the awful beverage called tequila. I tried a shot earlier but it was just too terrible. The burnt throat and warm tummy did

I've called Alex five times and left three messages. No response to any of them. He was ignoring me. When Sophie might neglect me, Alex would never have. Until now. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he would come to me when he was ready. So I kept telling myself, hoping it was true. Trying not to be late for my meeting with the old man, I avoided dropping by Alex's apartment. He might still be out anyway. It could be a waste of time. If he was upset, his apartment would be the last place he would go. Even though I didn’t go, what Shelly and the mermaid debated about plagued my mind. According to Shelly, after a merman mated he would take on an awful seaweed scent to ward off the other mermaids. Other mermen would be aware of the scent to know he was matched. The mating stench indicated the power of the mated mermaid. The more pungent the odor on the merman the more powerful the mermaid. Once some mermaid noticed the powerful stench,

Five miss calls and three messages later, Shelly had still not responded. A note stuck to the cupboard indicated her whereabouts. She went grocery shopping while Little Miss Mermaid was with her fiancée. I couldn’t understand why either of them had phones if they never used them. Shelly, for one, left the thing every and anywhere. It was always a headache when trying to get to her via phone. Sophie was no longer in my bed. The house was quiet and my bed was spread. I hit the shower, cursing at the sting of the water in the fresh wounds. Fel had inflicted more cuts than the other two times. Bite marks ran along my shoulders. One side more than the other. My back had suffered at the hand of those sharp fingernails. I couldn’t tell what was with her. Fel was often the one to get clingy after great sex. Her mind would go straight to wanting a relationship. This time the tables turned. She kicked me out. The worst part was I didn’t like

When I got home, Sophie had finished the form and notice. She took the liberty of sending copies of each to me and Mom. In a record time, Mom edited, added the Northan Kingdom's logo and motto. The mission statement and logo King Rainard used in his time sat at the top of each document. They looked amazing. A Royal Summoning as it stated on the Notice. Sophie went as far as to get parchment paper, so the documents appeared more formal. Royally, she described it. We managed to print five hundred copies of each document. The location of the shelters was listed at the bottom of the notice. I tried my best to memorize them for later. I wanted Shelly to drop them off at the nearest shelters tomorrow. Sophie emailed the copies of the documents to the shelters that weren't close by. We expected to get a response by tomorrow. Everything ran smoothly. Except for the fact, Shelly was still missing. She and Alex still needed to be updated abou