““Nathaniel,” said Benford. “Talk to her now. What would she tell you?” “I don’t know,” said Nate. “Yes, you do,” said Benford. “Listen to her.” A chill went through him as Nate heard her voice, at once stern and sweet, with the lilting accent that went straight through him, and his name, Neyt, and she said, dushka, let me go, I will do this work and see you next time, and he asked her when, and she said next time, and Nate thought he could hear Dominika’s Kremlin Mermaids singing on the riverbank.””