![]() ![]() “I have a better idea,” Manon said, her green eyes glittering. ![]() Tails thrashing, they surrounded Traho and his men. ![]() She snapped her fingers, and twenty bull alligators, each weighing half a ton, burst up from the thick mud covering the cave’s floor. “C’est sa cooyon,” she said with contempt. “I’ve also been told you have a seeing stone that you’re using to follow her. “Ava was observed entering your cave,” he said. Manon’s manservant moved to show Traho out, but Traho pushed him away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Captain, the cards require my attention. “I’m looking for a mermaid named Ava Corajoso,” Traho said brusquely. “Captain Traho, you say?” Manon’s voice, like her eyes, betrayed no emotion. He and six of his soldiers had barged into her cave, deep under the waters of the Mississippi, as she was laying out tarot cards on the mossy back of a giant snapping turtle. Her eyes traveled over his black uniform, his close-cropped hair, his cruel face. MANON LAVEAU, regal on her throne of twining cypress roots, regarded the merman before her. The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. ![]()
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