Everything seems set. Olivia and Ervin's wedding is but round the corner. While exchanging invitations, they rope in their cousin, Sarina, in London, into the truth of their identity.

A few weeks later, Sarina shows up at the sisters' cottage, having strung the harp already. More alarming to the sisters, is the fact that in contrast to Olivia and Rosie's case, Sarina met no resistance from the harp guards. None.

Life in Cliffside sees Sarina recuperating from a breakup to falling in love again.

Then a new merman comes into the fold, one who is known to Ervin, from a time in his childhood. Sarina begins to skirt death, as harp guards reveal themselves.

The foundation of Sarina's love life jitters. Again.

How unlucky can she be in love?

Can the answer to this question be answered by the divine weavings of fate?

The flight from Dublin to London was uneventful. Yet each time Sarina looked out the windows, she sought to hang with the whiff of clouds, floating in colonies in the air. When she got off the train at London St Pancras station, she had flagged down a taxi, almost singing her destination to him. Her boyfriend who she lived with would be waiting, she knew. Ruffled brown hair, looking like a million hummingbirds were making love in it, large grey eyes, ensconced behind thick glasses, and baggy clothes, Robert struck the perfect nerdy figure. Still, he carried this aura with him, a childishness, a carelessness for things to come, and it seemed to sit well with Sarina.

She had imagined the surprise that would bloom on his face, when he opened the door to see her standing there. The prospect alone, made her feel like a child who had just made its first sand castle. She had not given him an exact return date.

Getting to their apartment, she had raised her hand to knock, when she was restrained by a new thought. Why not just walk in on him? It'll make the surprise greater.

Sarina had smiled. Dug her hand into one of the pockets lining the lower side of her jacket, and brought out keys. She had tried unlocking the door, as stealthily as she could. She succeeded. Except for little clicks. Which she gave off as inconsequential.

Her living room greeted her, with a blank stare. Everything was as she had left it. Except for maybe the size. Sarina felt like it had grown smaller, constricting like a noose. She walked in, and had opened her mouth to call out for Robert, when she was hit by the first of the sounds. It was low, almost inaudible, and it came in short intermittent breaks. Sarina's brows had furrowed, her eye lids almost touching together, as she strained her senses to get the better of what the sound was or where it was coming from. She received one of the answers soon enough. The sound climbed a sharp peak. It was still low, but it was louder than previous ones.

Sarina's eyes flew towards the door that led to her bedroom. That's where the sound was coming from. She walked, cautiously, letting each feet sink into the softness of the rug, before lifting it. The door to her bedroom was slightly open. There was a thin line of light, shining from the room, between the edge of the door and the post. She pushed it open, tentatively, and her heart banged against her chest. It was like thunder had struck in a single massive peal of rage. Sarina staggered back. Lips trembling, fingers twitching, eyes watering.

Other books in the Mermaids of Cornwall series:

Wild Hearts

Wild Dreams

Wild Soul

Wild Love

Wild Hope

Each book can be read as a standalone, as they each focus on a different character, however it is best to read them in order.