Page 58 of The Kraken Games

“I need to find him urgently.”

“Why?”

“I got a lift home in his water taxi last night and now I can’t find my phone anywhere. I think I may have left it on his boat.”

Harper rolled her eyes. “Good luck with that. He’s probably hawked it already.”

Luna’s body stiffened. Hell, she sure hoped not. Her whole life was on that phone… But at least it had a code to get into it.

Harper clearly saw her chagrin, and reassured her. “Knowing Wyatt, hon, he wouldn’t even have noticed. He never cleans the boat anyway. He’ll likely be snoring in the hold and waiting for the tavern to open.” She shuddered. “How did I ever date the guy?”

Luna tried to laugh, but it came out as a gruff squeak. She was so uptight.

“And hey, congratulations again on the win, babe, you annihilated him. What are you going to do now?”

“Hadn’t got that far in my thinking.”

“But… I thought you had a plan?”

“Funny how plans change.” She dashed out. Was that true? Had she faltered now that her and Kai were…

You and Kai are nothing. You boinked twice. So what. NO big deal.

Except somehow it felt like a big deal, ahugedeal, and one she had no capacity to handle. What next? She needed to fulfil her plans—of course she did—but she didn’t want tohurtthis guy. He’d let her win, he was kind, sweet, funny. He was… the best fuck she’d ever had. She recoiled from calling it that, even though that was her usual word. But with Kai… it had meant something more, damn it.

She practically sprinted along the quay, followed by a few whistles and shouts of “Congratulation Luna,” just to remind her she’d won.

Cheated. Not won.

She waved distractedly and ran to the end of the quay.

Funnily enough, Wyatt was not asleep. In fact, he looked remarkably full of himself, lounging on a post, drinking a large mug of steaming coffee and chatting to another couple of selkie fishermen.

Luna ground to a halt in front of him, rubbing her tight forehead. “Hi Wyatt. Can I have a word?”

“Well, if it isn’t our little champ. The humans are super chuffed about your win.”

She glared at him. “How would you know?”

He shrugged, grinned. “News spreads fast, y’know. I’d expect a call from the Council of Towns if I were you.”

“They’ve never bothered to contact me before, so why the fuck would they now?”

“Winners are grinners. And you’re goin’ to be flavor of the month. Mark my words.”

She tssked her tongue impatiently. “Have you found my phone? I think I left it on your boat.”

“Nope.” He said it too fast, his eyes shifting away.

He’s lying.

“Can I climb on board and have a look?”

He looked like he didn’t want to let her. But then he shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.”

She jumped on, wrinkling her nose at the smell. Searched around the seat where she’d been, but only found a stinky fish skeleton. A rat scuttled away.

Holy hell. He was worse in his care of his boat than she’d even imagined.

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