"Alright, this isn't the right place to be fighting."
Roxy pushed herself directly between them. She yanked her hand out of Caspian's crushing grip and planted herself squarely in the space separating the two of them.
On one side stood Caspian, his fangs were bared, his eyes fixed on Syris with rage. On the other side hovered Syris, perfectly calm, his long emerald coils shifting slowly in the current. He didn't look intimidated by the Merman King's sheer size. He just looked calculating.
"I am not fighting, Roxy," Syris hissed smoothly, his green eyes narrowing into sharp, vertical slits as he analyzed Caspian. "I am merely observing the male who kept you in the dark."
Caspian let out a deep, chest-rattling snarl. The water pressure violently displaced as he surged forward a half-inch, stopping only because Roxy held up a hand.
