Devereux dragged the Merpeople Chieftain up by her seaweed-like hair with a giant green hand, looking as though he were hauling a dead fish.
Her body writhed in agony, her tail lashing against the frozen surface of the lake with a dull slap.
In his other hand, Devereux held his wand, cold and sharp against her throat, his tone cutting like a blade.
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