Fire (Pirate Cove Academy #3) - Rae Foxx Page 0,14

came because I heard Zaniah shout. I thought she was in trouble.”

Caspian reared back and laughed. “At least one of us is the knight in shining armor. Or scales, as it were.”

“It certainly isn’t you,” I bit back at him, pissed off about losing the chance to get info from Raven, and about him picking on Kai.

“You like it that way, Princess.”

“Just fuck off. Let’s go.”

My hands were still warm from the flames I’d produced in trying to fight Raven. As the three of us marched out of the classroom, my intent to try and stalk Raven and maybe catch up to her grew.

“Headed to the beach?” Pearl snarked, leaning against the hallway wall as we exited, that smug as fuck look on her face. “That’s where I told you to go when you failed, right?”

One day that bitch’s lips were going to get knocked clear into her hips, but today was not that day.

“Yep.” I quickly answered just to get away from her and her bitchy face. We stormed out of the school and directly to the beach. Coincidentally, Pearl had sent me to the place where I’m able to think the best.

“How in the name of Poseidon did her powers grow that much from the last time I fought her?” I asked the men beside me, the sun, the wind, the sand, anything, and everything that would fucking answer.

“Grew how?” Caspian asked, but I ignored him, turning to face Kai. At this point he had more answers about Raven than any of us and was probably the last friendly face my father had seen before the bitch Aliz took his head off.

If he was even aware at that point.

“Have you seen anything like that before? Like her?” He shook his head, looking a gross shade of seaweed green.

“Come on, Kai. Did my father say anything else about her? About her lineage? There has to be something.” I’d reached out and shook his bicep as I spoke, hoping to shake some sense into him. I chose to ignore how nice that bicep felt beneath my hand.

“Just what I told you before. She’s the granddaughter of two very powerful gods and that she is the oldest of the three of you. We didn’t talk after that. He was out of it.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I paced the uneven terrain of the beach, almost tripping here and there while tapping my forefinger on my chin. I kicked at a hunk of sand and then sputtered as the wind sent it back into my face, making Caspian laugh at me.

“What doesn’t make sense? Your powers? Her powers?” Kai asked, but didn’t look at me. His eyes were fixed on the sea.

“Mine. Hers. Both. I mean, I have them, even as weak as they are.”

Caspian’s brow drew down. “And your brother and your father had none.”

“Do these powers only generate in females? Is that maybe how it works?”

Kai turned. “Did your mother have powers?”

I thought back about what I’d heard about my mother and what I already knew. “She was a hunter.”

“Explain,” Caspian commanded, even though I was sure he knew more about hunters than I did.

“She would suck the souls of mortals till they perished or at least enough that they would easily be taken down.”

“But you have fire,” Kai added. “That I know of, your mother had no fire powers.”

I shrugged, trying to put the pieces together. “That must come from the Triton side. I don’t know. That must be why Raven had darker powers. She is the granddaughter of Hades, after all, right, Kai?” He nodded and the confirmation almost made my stomach revolt.

“We’re still not sure that Raven is the one we’re talking about, but it would make sense.”

“But don’t all Sirens have darker powers?” I pointed my question to Caspian who looked incredibly disinterested. Though, he should be since Raven was his Queen if all of this was true.

“We all have powers to some degree. It’s just dependent on how close the Siren’s lineage is to the god. But Raven’s powers are the strongest I’ve ever seen. So she must be close to the gods. As close as royalty.”

The last sentence spliced into me like a harpoon, splitting me open.

“So why do none of the other Mer have the skills of the hunter? Why does my brother have no powers?”

Caspian plopped down on the hot sand and dug his feet into the grit. “Remember what you told us about The Purpose class? How they were trying to drain