“Yes,” Stellan said into her ear. “Are you alright?”

She stumbled back a step. “Light-headed. Nothing more.” A sudden memory crossed her mind. There was a cave, a young man . . . a kiss. She touched her lips, noticing how his face glowed from the warmth of her blood. “Stellan, what will we do?” she asked, oblivious of the raging fire around them.

“I’ll get you to the ferry. You’ll be safe.”

“Not that.” She buried her face in his chest. “I mean, what about us?”

“Angelina . . .” He stroked her hair. “I am of the sea. You are not. We have to say good-bye. There’s no other choice.” They stood like a statue, face-to-face, entwined, her long black robe snapping in the wind while, in the background, the city burned.

“Stellan,” she whispered, “there is always a choice.”

“Then I choose to keep you safe.”

The fires flared, and suddenly she was traveling at breakneck speed. Her eyes watered and colors blurred. In strobe-light flashes, she saw cable-car tracks stretched and snapped in two, traffic slammed to a halt, with vehicles skidding on their sides. Drivers were getting out of their cars, arguing, yelling, running. She was propelled past them, knocking into shoulders, tripping up legs, bumping pedestrians out of the way. Building fronts cracked and fell, exposing terrified people inside. Many were caught on fire escapes, dangling from broken rungs. The crowd thickened as they neared the ferry building. Flames blasted out every window and door; smoke blackened the sky. In the distance, fire bells clanged, and the foghorns sounded. Stellan didn’t slow down until they reached the pier.

“I’ll get you on a ferry,” he said, pointing toward the crowded dock. He led the way up the stairs and onto the loading platform. The noise was deafening. “Almost there.”

“No!” Angelina planted her feet, forcing him to stop and listen to her. “I don’t want to be safe, Stellan.” She pulled him to the side, away from the people pushing to get aboard. There, in the echoing clamor of the ferry building, Angelina took hold of his hands and focused on his eyes. Warmth caressed her body, making her heart jump. More images flooded her mind. The longer she held on to him, the clearer it became. “I remember,” she whispered. “We were in a cave. You saved me from drowning, and from the other Mar! That was Mrs. Fisher!” She sucked in her breath, remembering the way he had touched her heart, warmed her . . . excited her, loved her. “These nights in my bed! They were real!”

“Angelina . . .”

In the crowded public building, for all to see, she reached up and held his face in her hands. “Look at me, Stellan.” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she lost herself in his eyes. “I don’t want to be safe,” she said again. “I want to be with you.” On tiptoe, she lifted her mouth to his, her lips barely touching at first. Heat exploded inside her as he responded. Together, they shared a long, exploring kiss, their bodies merging into one. Stellan. . .

He lifted her to him, pressing her hard against his chest. “Angelina,” he whispered, breathless. His dark gray eyes devoured her until he came back to himself. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Then explain it to me. Make me understand!” The noise of the burning city dimmed as the wind shifted. Her braided hair streamed wildly, and her body shook. “Tell me there is a way for us to be together.”

He shook his head. “I would have to take you to our tombs.”

“Where?”

“At the bottom of the Golden Gate Channel.”

“How deep?”

“Three hundred feet. More in some places.”

“And . . . I’ll survive?”

“That’s just it, Angelina.” He kissed her forehead and relaxed his embrace. “You won’t.”

“What?” she whispered.

“To become Mar, you must give your life to the sea.”

She sucked in her breath. “I have to drown?”

“Yes, and you must remain entombed until the transformation is complete.”

She let out the breath she was holding. “But you’ll be there. When I wake up?”

“You still don’t understand, Angelina. The long sleep can last for decades, maybe centuries, and when you stir, only human blood will give you life. Even then, you may never rise.”

“You mean . . . ?”

“The change doesn’t always take.”

Stellan held her shoulders, his hands trembling. “Angelina! I can’t lose you!”

Tears streamed down her face. “Nor I you! There is a way for us to be together, and I choose it!”

“I won’t have you give up your life for me.”

“And I won’t live a life without you!”

Stellan took her hands in his and closed his eyes. The ferry was gone, obscured by smoke. The woman is as strong and stubborn as she is beautiful.

The same could be said of the man. “Stellan, it will work. I feel it in my soul. You have to trust me. Trust us.”

Flames consumed the wharf. The fire moved toward them at an alarming rate. Boards snapped and fell into the sea. Hand in hand they raced to the far end of the ferry terminal. The wall had crumbled, and as he leaned over, he could see the sheer drop to the black water far below. “We’ll have to find a way down.” As he spoke, an aftershock rolled beneath them, and the platform collapsed. “Jump!”

She fell through the air, holding him tight. The heat from the fire scorched her until she thought she would be consumed. Seconds later, they hit the surface and plunged down into the sea.

Stellan covered her mouth with his own and exhaled. She felt a rush of heat, and, suddenly, the terrifying urge to breathe vanished.

Angelina looked at him, at his face, suddenly serene. Bubbles escaped her lips and sparked as they captured the firelight. Stellan, it is extraordinary!

You can’t yet imagine. . .

Down they glided, the world slowly draining of noise and color. The water was emerald green with bursts of orange flaring from the burning city. Bricks and charred beams sank with them. They passed a drowned team of pale horses hitched to a black carriage. It was caught against the pilings. Bodies were stuck halfway out the windows, the door crushed shut. Brass harness buckles and iron-shod hooves gleamed in the light while the dead beasts’ manes and tails fanned in the current. Stellan turned her toward him, his hand at her back. With the other, he slowly untied her silk robe and slipped it off her shoulders. It floated away like a black medusa, soon disappearing from sight.

Another shock wave jarred the water, followed by a distant explosion. A boiler, twisted and ripped in half, plummeted past them like a comet. It was followed by a rain of bodies. The corpses drifted, floating soundlessly, faces slack, eyes unseeing. Their frock coats and fine dresses pulled away as if to break free of the inevitable descent. Pockets turned out and shiny coins spilled, a shimmering waterfall into the abyss.

I’m disappearing . . . Angelina’s face was momentarily stricken.

Stellan placed his hand over her heart, and she relaxed, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. You’ll be safe in the tombs. He slowly turned her back to him and held her close, one arm across her breasts, the other around her waist. Deeper and deeper into the green darkness they went. As they fell, he gently unlaced her camisole, pulling it over her head and upstretched arms until she was finally free, the earthly garments left behind. Lastly, he unbraided her hair, and it streamed about them in the cold current.

Where are we? Angelina asked, her voice fading to a whisper in his mind.

Above the tombs. He laid her naked body down on the ancient slab of jade and felt the living rock mold to her form. His eyes held hers. Angelina. . .

Stellan, she whispered as her heart beat for the last time. I love you . . . I love you. . .

Sunset

Thursday, January 5, 1933

ANGELINA FELT A tingling in her limbs. Warmth infused her as silky water washed back and forth like a tide over her naked skin. Her hair floated and rippled down her body, tickling her belly and thighs. A rich, delicious aroma engulfed her, and she drank it in, the metallic taste searing down her throat, into her spine, and into her limbs. For uncountable moments, she basked in the offering until memory jolted her mind. Stellan! she screamed. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped. Stellan!

He smiled down at her. I’m here.