We surfaced, gasping for air and shouting over each other about what we had just felt. The marks on Sammy’s leg were bright red circles, a temporary tattoo from the deep.
“It wasn’t playing,” Angel said, her voice shaking. “It was terrified. It was using us.” We looked back down into the water, but the clear blue revealed nothing. The predator and the prey were both gone, leaving us with only the sting of the suckers.
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