I rise from the sea at midnight and shed my selkie skin. I dance through silvery sands in the moonlight.
Until I sense him, picking up my skin.
I whirl around, but too late. Even the sea cannot save me now.
He stands there, holding my skin…and all power over me.
I topple to my knees.
“At your command,” I mutter.
He makes no answer, but drops something in my arms.
I gasp. My skin!
“I’m not that kind of man.”
I look into his eyes. Then he walks away. Leaving me free.
Except, he takes my heart with him.