Brigitte knelt on the rocks that dotted the little cove she’d come to fish in.

“You’ve gotta be more careful, Lass,” Brigitte murmured. “I like your little visits, but you never know who’s gonna come up here. Promise me you’ll only come out when you hear me call for you?”

She looked down at the water, at the mermaid peering up at her. Brigitte was worried. There were others who might not be so kind as she was.