does something else.”
“What do you suggest?” Isolde asks. “I have a feeling she didn’t come alone.”
“I can bet she didn’t,” Kali pipes in. “The sea being so calm feels like something lies not to far behind her.”
“One way to find out,” I add. “Someone needs to get closer.”
“And let me guess, that’d be you,” Atarah snaps. “You’re the first person she’s going to try and kill.”
“Exactly. Which is where the rest of you come into play.”
Atarah squeezes my arm that she’s still holding. “No—”
“She isn’t wrong,” Brylee cuts in. “We need a distraction, she’s it.”
“I swear to Zeus, you are all mad.”
I start to pull myself out of Atarah’s hold. “I’m going to try.”
“Davina,” Atarah warns. “We don’t have time to argue.”
“Then don’t,” Rohana breaks in. “You have to trust her. You did with everything else.”
Atarah hesitates then drops her hold on me, letting me proceed to take a cautious step closer.
Taysa perks a brow, knowing that we can communicate to each other without anyone else none the wiser. That by my sisters letting me step forward when she wants nothing more than my head means that we have something outlined.
We don’t.
Unless they do, which wouldn’t surprise me after what transpired in the last few days. Seems like all the decision-making has been taken away and talked about amongst themselves.
Maybe I should’ve never been the one to make all of the decisions for the seven of us.
“You’re not going to trick me nor are you going to win,” Taysa seethes in my direction. “I’m utterly shocked that you’d turn against those boys. That you were so selfish as to kill both of them when they’ve done nothing but love you. I placed them in your care, knowing that out of all the girls, you would’ve loved them both.” Her eyes constrict. “And then you executed them.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” I retort. “It was theirs.”
She scoffs at my fact and turns a darker shade of green. “They weren’t suicidal. You’re just a pretty little thing but nothing that would’ve—”
“I’m a Siren,” I snap. “I can make them feel however I want them to feel.”
“That wasn’t something you were always good at, was it?” She jerks her head to my sisters behind me. “They’re better at that than you are. You were just the curious, stupid one who always wanted to be where she wasn’t allowed.”
“And you were the slimy, old bitch that betrayed us, so who’s better than who?”
A line appears between her black brows. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
My heart starts to quicken. “Guess we will but watch it,” I warn, leaning a little to add to my pettiness. “We all know you’re a tad weaker without the boys.”
I wink, which makes the sea start to move more frantically. The waves begin to crash loudly against the shoreline while another jolt of lightning cracks through the sky.
“Davina,” Atarah cautions. “Watch the sea.”
The moment she says it, is the instant I see it. Two heads emerge from the crest of tides followed by slick scales of gray that don’t stop until they’re high over Taysa’s head. Sharp, pointed teeth and yellow bulging eyes gleam down at us, ready and waiting for their next command.
Giant eels.
On the left and right side of their master, their nostrils expanding to smell what lays before them, which are six snacks they want to cut in half with their deadly teeth.
“Get back,” Brylee demands.
But I don’t.
Instead, I’m ready for the sea witch to beckon them to attack me so that my sisters can do something. For them to have the opportunity to do anything while I become the perfect bait and target.
However, we’re going up against creatures that live under the sea, and using said element of water will be difficult to herd them with. The only things my sisters wield are rods covered in barnacles with sharp shelled tips, some with long, curved blades at the end while Atarah and Kali hold tridents just like our father.
Other than that, we’re doomed.
Unless I can get one of them closer to the beach, I might be able to burn one.
“I need them closer,” I tell my sisters. “I might be able to put a hole in one with my heat.”
“Can you do more than that?” Isolde asks. “Because they’ll just turn around and bite you.”
“You were in flames when you killed Edda,” Atarah states. “Going to have to do that again, love.”
“I was?” I shrug inwardly because I don’t remember. “I’m going to have to get angry enough.”
“She