#I can report with glee that in 100% of the selkie lesbian romance novels I have read there is consistently at least one murder

[hauntedfalcon]

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The not-unpleasant smell of brine brought with it mingled strangeness and familiarity. Two slanted nostrils were set in the fur that Genevieve held, and a handspan behind them were a pair of dark round openings, angled almost too wide to allow for—what was the term she had read?—binocular vision. They were eerie enough when empty, but Genevieve could not help but imagine them watching her with dark, intelligent eyes.  Genevieve felt something like cold water pass down her spine. She knew what it was that she touched. You can’t keep this one either, Sparling.  Stifling a sigh, she let the seal skin fall from her hand to dangle once more. The kettle was boiling. Genevieve turned toward the stove— And found herself looking up at the rafters, wondering why she suddenly had no air in her lungs. The woman, awake, loomed into view. Her eyes were grey like Genevieve’s, but pale. That was probably a strange thing to notice at a time like this, but it was better than focusing on the woman’s breasts. “You can’t keep me here.” The woman’s voice was rough with disuse; it reminded Genevieve of the noise of water seeping away between pebbles on the shore after the crash of a wave. She snarled, “I’ll kill you.”

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