Jamie’s eyes were fixed on the sea loch. Never on me. The brine- and shellfish-scented wind ruffled his hair into a halo and stirred the water. Out by the headland, a vortex formed.
“Look,” he shouted, pointing, “it’s Nessie, the monster.”
A grey head broke the surface. I knew it for a selkie, because I’d seen the shed sealskin once on the beach. A selkie, here to take a comely lass’s form and carry poor Jamie away under the sea.
Turn to me, just once, I silently willed him. Only once and I’ll save you.
He didn’t. I walked.