The sorceress’ words echo in my mind over and over again as I stand in the corner of the room, impatiently waiting for other sirens to arrive.
I want this curse to be gone… forever. But if I give it up too soon, I lose my biggest advantage in this fight against Bethea. But how will I survive on land without killing again… unless I let her break the curse?
I rub my temples in frustration, wishing the answers would come more easily.
The door cracks open, and my head snaps to attention. I hold my breath, not wanting to give away my location as the sirens start to arrive.
Drusilla is leaning against the table in the center of the room, her arms folded across her corset-clad torso, and her dark hair framing her face in wild waves. She holds her wand in her hand, rhythmically drumming her
