The crimson-colored vision is so fast that I can barely follow it with my eyes. I crouch lower against the roof of the building, praying that she hasn’t seen me up here yet.
Bethea is moving so fast that the other sirens haven’t even noticed her presence yet. Should I shout out and warn them? She’s obviously flown into a murderous rage after seeing her babies slaughtered… I just never thought she’d do something like this in broad daylight.
I open my lips to scream, but before I can get a word out, another voice trumps mine. “I saw what you did!” it roars, “and now you will pay!”
My friends look around in confusion, trying to find the source of the voice. But Bethea is flying around the town square in a mind-bending whirlwind. She’s moving so fast that her voice is coming from everywher
