Morgan watched Cora move forward toward the Seaver house. She was overconfident and didn"t bother to check what was going on behind her with her servants of the sea.
"Cora, you"re not wanted here. You can"t win this battle. You cannot claim victory through hate."
"You"re wrong! This island was always meant to be mine, just as John Seaver was meant to be mine. Keyna stole both away from me and I swore someday I would have my revenge."
Morgan didn"t respond, she was too busy concentrating on controlling the mist. But it seemed as if it had a mind of its own and was working with no help from her. The thick tendrils of nothingness that only a mist or fog can be twisted and turned around the sirens, confusing them. Morgan watched the fog wisps wrap around the individual sirens, cutting them
