ELEANOR
Even though we were in the cabin, the air in the place just felt too… tight.
It was like the Siren King was still here somehow even though I saw him vanish in a water mist.
The tense feeling was a morbid reminder that he wasn’t done with me yet.
Ciaran hadn’t stopped pacing since he shut the door.
He kept moving back and forth, every fiber of his being stretched too tight.
His jaw was clenched, and his fists were clenched at his sides.
Liam leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed. "You can't simply disregard a king's command, Ciaran,” he said simply.
“This isn't a border incident. That was the Siren King."
“To hell with his title, Liam,” Ciaran spat back as he finally stopped pacing the living area.
“He doesn't get to decide for her," Ciaran snarled, his voice
