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washed ashore on our humble little island," Father Willis commented in a raspy, yet oddly powerful voice. Gabe jumped, startled to be spoken to after being examined in silence for so long.
    "Uh, yes," Gabe replied. When the village priest raised one bushy eyebrow, Gabe realized the other man expected him to show deference to his seemingly important position. "I mean, yes, sir. My name is Gabriel Overton. The plane I was riding in crashed after passing into the Triangle. Aaron found me on the beach this morning…"
    It seemed strange such a small, frail looking older man, probably in his mid to late seventies, could appear so powerful and controlling. He couldn't be an inch over five-and-a-half feet tall, maybe one hundred pounds tops, and yet Father Willis exuded a presence that made him seem almost larger than life. The silver-colored hair and wrinkles on his face should have made him seem almost harmless, but instead, they reminded Gabe of a used car salesman; someone who tried to appear charming and easygoing, but was instead a sneaky snake in disguise. Wearing full length black robes instead of loincloths and coverings like the rest of the village, even Father Willis's clothing set him apart and made him seem somehow, more . Of course, that could also be due to the two large, muscular men who stood off to the side, looking almost like bodyguards or hired muscle.
    It was all very strange.
    But that's impossible, right ? I mean why would a priest need bodyguards while on an island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle ?
    "Aaron was supposed to have brought you to me over half an hour ago," Father Willis said sharply in reprimand, cutting a quick look over at Aaron, who stood just off to the side, before turning back to him. "But I suppose he was too busy with something much more interesting and seeing you were properly introduced to me wasn't important." The priest's voice was scathing, and Gabe glanced over in time to see Aaron's face blanch as he shot a quick look to the two meatheads standing nearby. It was obvious to him Aaron feared the two for some reason, and he wasn't about to allow Father Willis to punish his new friend for something that wasn't even a big deal.
    When the big men took a step toward Aaron, Gabe blurted out the first excuse he could think of.
    "Actually, it's my fault we were late. Aaron was nice enough to go and get some clothes for me so I'd be more comfortable, and I wandered off. I got all turned around and ended up at the lagoon, and that's where Aaron finally found me," Gabe explained. He purposely left out the mention of his encounter with his merman, Paxton; Aaron's warnings were still ringing in his ears.
    But more than anything, Gabe found himself unwilling to share the details of his encounter with his mer. The stolen kisses and silent communication were his to cherish, and he couldn't help but feel that somehow, someway, the creepy priest might tarnish those memories. He may not be sure exactly what he felt for his mysterious mer—or even what to do about those feelings—but Gabe wasn't going to lay the all out for this stranger here to pick apart and examine.
    Father Willis frowned, but motioned with one hand for the meatheads to relax and back away from Aaron. "It's all right, Horace, Simon," he said, addressing each man. "A simple misunderstanding, it seems."
    The two men nodded, and the adoration in their gaze when they looked at the elderly priest gave Gabe a sinking feeling in his gut. He'd seen a lot of those looks directed toward Willis from the people wandering around the village, and it seemed to him the priest controlled everyone here. Everyone, except perhaps a select few—like Aaron—but even those people were too afraid to stand up and oppose him. Gabe knew a bully when he saw one, and Father Willis definitely fit the bill.
    Something was not right with this whole situation, and he wanted to get as far away from Father Willis as soon as possible.
    His hopes of getting