Jonathan grabbed the man’s coat and shoved him against the cottage.
“It would be in your best interest to be lying,” his lip furled. Vrsta looked away.
“I be sorry, Caspian. I founded her on the beach dow’ thar. She kep’ begging meen fer water,” he choked.
“And you wouldn’t give it to her.” Jonathan whispered.
“That day, mee name was ‘Bjaurus’.”
“Vicious. Do you mean to tell me that your name changes with your actions?” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “What is your name today?”
“Taday, my name is ‘Klastingas’. Leave me before it becomes true.”
Jonathan released the man and dove into the sea, just as Das Meer’s troops arrived underwater.