Siren - Hazel Grace Page 0,49
send him here, to an island, to look for good farming.”
“Maybe they are running out of good land.”
“But aren’t we leagues away from them?”
“I honestly don’t know, they could’ve moved more south. It would be a nice place for people to settle.”
“Yes, but how did they know about it?”
My sister lifts a shoulder. “Could be word of mouth.”
“Another Siren?”
She gives me an exasperated look. “Females have large mouths.”
“It just makes no sense how he found the island and got past the veil.”
“I honestly think something is wrong with the spell,” Rohana notes. “Because the same goes for Tobias. He’s human, how does he freely come and go?”
“The mystery that eats me alive,” I recite. “I’m surprised Atarah hasn’t squealed a word to Father.”
“She knows he saved our lives, so I’m assuming she cuts him slack.”
“Hardly looks like it.”
“You know Atarah tries to keep a hard front, when in reality, she’s as soft as you are.”
I fix her with furrowed brows. “Her and I are night and day.”
“But the same. Both hard-headed and strong. Stubborn.”
“I’m more merciful than—” My body shudders involuntarily, shaking my entire core right down to my bones.
Rohana’s hand squeezes my thigh. “Are you okay?”
I push myself off the settee. “Something is wrong.”
“Wrong? What happened?”
I don’t answer because I’m already out of the library and in the foyer of the castle. The hairs on my arms are standing on end, my breathing shallow at something that doesn’t feel right.
Striding and listening, I hear water splashing from the garden. I pick up my pace, passing guards and flowers in glass vases that Isolde likes to decorate the house with. Busting through the double standing doors, I make my way down the path, still hearing splattering of water and female voices.
Meeting my small lagoon, I see Brylee and Atarah in the water, standing next to each other without making a move. It’s not until I see a large forearm break through the water that I know what they’re doing.
Which is exactly what I told all my sisters not to do.
“Atarah.” My voice is deathly, sharp. I never thought I’d want to kill one of my own sisters, until now.
Both of my sisters’ heads dart to me, but they don’t let go of him. They don’t release his head from underneath the water as they see me standing here as a warning. One that will only last for a second longer.
“Go inside,” Atarah demands, toneless.
It’s all I need, I delve into the water and make my way to them. I see blue start toward me, Brylee, in her attempt to stop me. You see, the problem with being the youngest is my sisters think I’m weak, stupid. That I can’t handle my own when I’m the one who has handled everything thus far to keep them safe.
A hand grasps my forearm, and I force all the anger to surrender from my body. The moment her fingers tighten around my flesh, my whole body burns, getting her to immediately let go and cry out in pain.
I don’t waste time that I don’t have, I swing my hand back and hit her in the jaw while my eyes are locked on my eldest sister, who thinks she can take it upon herself to kill my prisoner.
Atarah pushes Dagen’s head deeper into the water before I lunge for her. My fingers attach to her throat, shoving her into the element that will only give her more power. A loud gasp of breath sounds behind me, and I know that Dagen has come up for air finally—alive but still not safe. There’s still Brylee behind me, probably ready to finish what I know Atarah started.
I’m pulled underneath the crest of the lagoon, immediately slapped in the face from my sister to get me to release her—I don’t. My fury is feeding the Siren part of me that she forgot still resides in me. Sometimes I think she forgets that just because I can’t transform back into my original self that I’m not like her anymore.
When I don’t let go of her throat, she mocks my action, careful not to put a lot of pressure on my windpipe, which makes me believe she’s not taking me seriously. So I do exactly that, squeezing as hard as I can to give her a taste of what she just gave Dagen.
My body is suddenly ripped from hers, large hands wrap around my naked torso as I’m pulled through the water. My head pops over the water, and I