Chapter 8
Maggie lay curled up on the floor by the kitchen fire. The floor was hard, but the heat of the fire had warmed the stones. And the crackling of the flames made the pounding of the waves seem less ominous. She closed her eyes, willing sleep to come. Surely it was almost morning. But that wasn’t how it worked in the Siren’s Realm. The sun would come up when the Siren wished for the storm to be over. It could be weeks.
Maggie pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes.
She wasn’t meant for danger?
She gritted her teeth. She had been fighting in a battle when she fell into the damn Siren’s Realm to begin with. She had been willing to die. But an adventure was too dangerous for her?
Okay, so maybe she had never been the type to seek out adventure. She had been too busy trying t
