The Merman, My Man novel Chapter 147

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 147

Right then, I felt a stinging pain in my ankle. I looked down and saw three leeches attached to it and were burrowing their teeth deeper into my skin. One of them had already burrowed deeper than the other two, causing the pain to intensify as if a drill was drilling a hole into me.

I hated leeches, and I was tempted to jump up and flick them away, but my determination to stay hidden forced me to remain still. Even the smallest of sounds could alert Dicken of my whereabouts.

Besides, I couldn’t get these three leeches off me from a mere flicking. Even if I jumped up and down, I wouldn’t have been able to remove them. My movements would only catch Dicken’s attention before being dragged back to his cave.

So, I could only grit my teeth to withstand the pain. I remained still and observed Dicken, who was nearby. I could see him sniffing the air, but he didn’t look like he could identify my scent. His solid chest anxiously rose and fell as he couldn’t find me.

Suddenly, he crouched lower before slamming his tail onto a tree. In an instant, the tree was split in half. His razor-sharp caudal fin made a swishing sound as it sliced through the air. The top half of the tree almost fell onto my head, and I was so startled that I didn’t even dare to breathe.

‘Good God! Please help me remain hidden from Dicken!’

I buried my face into the crease of my elbow to hide my shaky and unstable breathing.

I could hear Dicken’s low and worried voice shouting, “Linda… you can’t…leave me…You…will undergo…changes…You need…me…“

I extracted the bottle of vodka from the bundle and poured some onto the leg. Although it wasn’t as effective as salt, I could only use what I had. It would work fine as long as it was something that could irritate them. Eventually, all three leeches wriggled themselves out before I smacked them onto the ground and stomped on them.

The place I was at was a mire. There could be countless more leeches lurking there, so I decided to leave quickly.

Then, I found a tree that was suitable for me to climb and ascended it with the help of a knife. I sat on one of the steadier branches and took out a few strips of cloth from the bundle. I disinfected them with the bottle of vodka before wrapping them around the wound.

A small wound like this didn’t need to be bandaged, but I was worried that the blood would attract Dicken’s attention. That was why I didn’t dare to wash away the mud I covered myself in even though it was uncomfortable.