8Lena remained frozen in place as tears slid from her eyes and disappeared into the surrounding seawater. Her fingers grazed the spot where Javelin had been, her nails scraping against the boulder. There was nothing left of him, not even a single strand of blonde hair.
He was dead. Her brother . . . her brother was dead. How would she tell her father what had happened? What she’d done?
She couldn’t, she realized. This was her fault. She’d broken the law of the sea, had ignored the merciful warning of the gods. Poseidon’s wrath would follow her to the cavern, to Carrick.
She could never return home. Lena watched as Asger plucked up the opal stone which had settled beside the wooden spike.
“You have to leave, Lena.” His words were nearly a whisper. “You can’t stay here.” He shifted his f
