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some silly action flick he’d picked up at one of the resort shops.
    “Abuelo, I have to tell you something.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes, but it’s difficult to express.”
    Grandfather’s expression softened. “You are going to sea and not coming back.”
    “Yes.” The ache in my heart didn’t ease, making my words quiet and tight. How did he know?
    “I had a feeling such a day would come. You’ve always been drawn to the ocean. And of course, it is where you belong.”
    Yeah... drawn to it, I thought. Better to let him think I’m happy to go, than to worry for me every day. “But what about you?”
    “I got along just fine before you returned,” he said. He laughed warmly and squeezed my arm. “I’ll miss you, Dante, but you have to live your own life.”
    “But who will take care of you?”
    “I told you not to worry about me. There are good folk on this island. Ever since my Catalina passed away, Teo and his people have been a family to me. Alessa too. We’ll make do.”
    His words failed to loosen the knot in my chest. Abuelo had never given me anything but unconditional love and respect since finding me on the beach as a child. Leaving him felt as if I were abandoning my only true family.
    But what choice do I have?
    “Have you told Alessa yet?” he asked, pulling me from my inner thoughts.
    “No. I wanted to talk to you first.”
    “Make sure you do. She’s been a good friend to you, and to me. Don’t wait ‘til the day you leave.”
    “I... You’re right. Dropping it on her and going would be wrong. Cruel.”
    “Smart boy.”

Chapter 4
    ~Alessa~
    “T his almost feels like a date,” I teased. Humid air surrounded me as I breathed in the scent of green leaves and sweet orchids. Native island plant life grew wild, tamed only as needed for hikers and visitors on the trail. I held my sandals in one hand, delighting in cool soil beneath my feet.
    “It’s not.”
    “Are you sure? I expected you to bust out the sexy Italian at any moment.”
    Dante’s warm laughter created butterflies in my belly. “I don’t know that much of it,” he said.
    “So, how is it that you speak English so well but you don’t know Italian? Even I can speak fluent Greek and I’ve only been there part of my life.”
    He laughed. “I’ve been coming here since I was a teen, remember? Abuelo is always complaining about me speaking English better than Spanish, too, but I can’t help it when English is the primary language on the island. Most of the tourists come from America.”
    Dante and I walked side by side. He led me off the public trails into the private zone marked for cabana rentals. Small signs on wooden stakes led visitors where they belonged and told me we headed toward cabana #9.
    He’d lured me out with promises of a swim race, so I’d dressed for it beneath my t-shirt and shorts by donning a green and purple bikini. It was the most revealing thing I’d ever purchased, but I wanted him to see my body without the giant silicone tail ruining the view.
    “I lied to you,” Dante finally admitted before the silence became awkward. “I’m not really from Italy.”
    “Huh?”
    “I brought you out here to talk about something important. Something you should know. How much do you know about shapeshifters?”
    “Silly, I know all about shapeshifters. I work for Teo, remember? I’ve known about him and Kekoa for a while now.”
    “I know, but there’s... I never told you that I’m also one.” His gaze held intensity I never saw before, studying my face and watching for my reaction. When I didn’t move away or recoil in fear, he continued. “It’s part of the reason why I’m only present until fall. My herd migrates.” 
    “Herd? Then... you’re not a wereshark like Kekoa or a dragon like Teo... what are you?”
    My best friend wasn’t human? He’d fooled me, but in hindsight a thousand warning signs swam to the surface.
    He didn’t have a driver’s license. He could barely do more than