Carrick McClennithan is the bringer of storms (

He tossed his jacket over the arm rest of the chair and folded his hands together before him. Alistair could feel his heart beat through his shirt; it felt unnatural just as the whole of him did. The muscles of his back and forearms tingled with restraint, as if he was desperate to move his fins when he wasn't. His chest was tight with nerves.

Alistair looked over at Katherine, outward calm assisted by his permanently soft eyes. "How about how you found out?" he requested. If he gave himself away, it would be one thing, but if it'd been a third party, it was best to nip that in the bud.

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