âI wouldnât do that if I were you,â she whispered, a soft exhalation leaving slightly parted lips as she peered into the shark-filled tank â then turned a cautionary look onto the person currently leaning against the railing. âAll it would take is one eensy weensy MISHAP for poor you to fall into those shark-infested waters.â To emphasize her point, Keto pressed her palms against the railing and gave it a good jostling, a small smile grazing her lips all the while. âSo scary.â
âLiar,â he countered with a knowing chuckle, eyeing the woman with barely banked curiosity. What was the point in hiding the fact that his interest had been piqued by someone who seemed to possess a bit of a mischievous heart? âYe secretly want the railing ta give way and send me ta my doom.â It was written all over her face ... or could be her smile that was giving him such dark vibes. âBut the thing ye should really be asking yerself is: what did those poor sharks do ta get cursed with my presence?â








