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“This is something I did not plan for.” I scratch my chin. “You will be able to absorb the oxygen in the water through your skin so long as you are covered in my?—”

“Your glitter jizz,” she interrupts. There is a thoughtful look in her eyes, but she’s still smiling, clearly not as revolted as she made out before.

Hope is an ache in my chest that both terrifies and spurs me on.

“Glitter jizz,” I repeat the words in agreement, even though they don’t translate into my language at all.

At that, she laughs again, and I decide there is no better sound in all the universe.

“I will teach you to swim.”

A smile, a real smile, spreads across her face, transforming her from a lovely female to a full-fledged goddess.

I forget myself, too busy staring at her beauty, soaking her in, completely dumbstruck with my good fortune at finding her.

Fate played a hand in this, of that, I am sure.

“Okay,” she finally says. “Teach me.”

So I do.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

BRIDGET

I’m fucking tired.Like bone-deep tired.

I’m panting in the water, even though I don’t technically need to, thanks to Mr. Cocktopus’ cum cloud of glitter that’s letting me breathe through my skin.

Weirdest shit.

Although, I reflect, staring up at the dark ceiling of the terrarium, my skin is warm, and soft.

This glitter jizz is better than any mucin I stole off my old slug of a boss.

Emphasis on slug. Literally an alien slug.

“Are you well?” Borumor asks, and honestly, I have to say, he’s been a good teacher.

“I am starving,” I tell him. “And I’m freaked out by having to be underwater. I don’t like the idea at all.”

“You are already underwater. In a bubble. An underwater bubble.”

I manage to flip myself right side up in the water, all the better to glare at him. “That doesn’t help.”

“You don’t want to be a pet in this cage, correct? I would not keep my wife here anyway.”

“Your what?” I ask, sure that was a translation fail. We’ve had quite a few of them, to both of our amusement.

Borumor is actually a pretty nice guy. I like him.

He’s good-looking.

Tentacles are skeeving me out a little bit, but I can’t say I’m not intrigued.

Maybe wife is just a bad translation of friend.

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