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feet have
webbing. And I may add, not sufficient enough to notice.” He said
that last on a sniff.
    Con almost rolled his eyes. He was entirely not
interested in their bullshit Mer politics.
    “Fine,” Con said in a curt voice, bored. “Ember
will locate the sea...”
    “For you it is seaweed, for the humans it is
something to harvest illegally for their drug trafficking,” Desmond
clarified.
    “Really?” Constantine asked, stunned. Some sea
plants were what? The next heroine?
    “It is lucrative, difficult to trace and the way
they have been raping our ocean floor, exceedingly inexpensive to
harvest.”
    “So the humans are getting high on your seaweed
and you're pissed? You'll use your sister as a divining rod to find
your crap.” Constantine met his eyes in aggravation. “Is it worth
her life?”
    Desmond nodded but it was Ember that spoke,
“Yes,” she answered quietly. “I cannot heal my people without it
and our meat dies with its decimation.”
    Constantine looked at the beings that he'd
aligned with. The trouble was not lost on him: the humans had taken
their sacred plant, the thing that the animals they ate for food
also consumed. It was a circle that was now broken.
    Con folded his arms, however, some things never
changed. “What's in it for me?”
    Ember looked away, clearly embarrassed. “You
will seek the maidens as well.”
    “What?” Constantine stepped forward, suddenly
interested.
    Desmond answered, “We have few maidens left.
Ember is the last that possesses' the magick of our people. She is
able to call forth the Mother with very little effort.
    Constantine whirled on her. “It was you!” he
accused. “You are the one that called the ocean warrior!”
    She grinned. “Yes, it was I,” she answered,
pleased with herself.
    “Humph. I do not think we need more females like
her,” Constantine said then added in a dry voice, “even if she is
quite tasty.”
    If looks could kill, he would have been a
smoldering pile of ash.
    Constantine grinned and she turned to Desmond.
“Does he know? All of it?” she challenged.
    “Your reward will be to partake in a literal sea
of feminine flesh, my Faction.” Desmond lifted his brows at
Con.
    Constantine deliberated. “So I get to fuck the
fish women.”
    Ember gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth
in shock.
    The warriors surrounded Constantine.
    “You will not speak of a blooded maiden like
that again,” a warrior at his left said.
    “Females are for fucking. That is all,”
Constantine said.
    Desmond laughed. “You will be difficult to
train, Faction.” His eyes bored into Constantine's. “Yet, I admire
your valor and your... unorthodox opinions.”
    Ember huffed. “He is a crass imbecile.”
    “Ah yes, our Constantine is very primitive in
his principles but I do not believe he is reckless with his
choices. As a point of fact, I think he very much uses a fine mind
that lays buried underneath that porcupine exterior.”
    Con loathed that they were trying to puzzle him
through. He was not a game to be conquered.
    “Excellent,” Con agreed, attempting to deflect
the direction of their scrutiny. “If there be female aplenty to
fuck, I will be cooperative.”
    “Compliant?” Desmond queried.
    Constantine just looked at him. “Never
that.”
    “I thought not,” Desmond said.
    A few awkwardly silent moments ticked by.
    Desmond seemed to make up his mind. “Take the
warriors with you... and Ember. She can sense other females of Mer
blood, as the warriors can.”
    “What of the seaweed?” Constantine asked.
    Desmond made a clucking sound with his tongue.
“They will know when it is found. If we can but get back the spores
of the mother plant, we can propagate it into fruitfulness once
again.”
    “What of the human scum that rob from the Mer?”
Constantine asked, striving for clarity.
    “Do what you usually would, my warrior.”
    “Death to all that breathe,” Constantine stated,
excited by the potential for violent