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“He has a stone that can control every siren in this place,” I said. “Where would be the easiest place to control a bunch of sirens?”

“The throne room? The port? The courtroom?”

“What would a demon want to do with sirens?”

Luc’s grip tightened. “He’d want them to do the work of demons, probably.”

“And with that many demons—”

“It would destroy the king and the balance of good and evil.”

I exhaled through my teeth. “Well, shit.”

Luc chuckled. “I didn’t think a lady such as yourself would say such colorful words.”

I smiled, bringing a shoulder forward in coy innocence.

“Perhaps it’s from being around too many pirates and their cook.”

Luc chuckled. “So tell me, what do you miss the most: your home here, your home on land, or your new home at sea?”

I leaned back against his shoulder as we flew, thinking of the answer.

“I miss the way my father on land laughs when he’s in high spirits,” I said. “I miss the king who consoles and guides me. I miss the crew who treated me like an equal. I miss the captain and first mate who treated me like I was valuable. And I miss the siren-turned-cook who told me wild stories in both lives. These are all pieces of home. They can’t belong in one place, and neither can I.”

He cocked his head to the side, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. “It sounds like you’re turning into a storyteller yourself.”

I laughed. “I’m not even anywhere close to your level.”

“Very true, but I’m willing to tutor.”

I laughed, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the sound of a scream.

No, not a scream. A battle cry.

Luc and I looked at one another right before he dove toward the sound. It was coming from an unassigned room deep in the den, used mainly for relaxing and playing games.

Luc and I stayed completely silent as we came to the clearing, keeping close to the upper level. He flew us toward the corner of the room, putting me down on one of the rock formations built into the ceiling. We crouched behind the stones, watching below.

“Henrik!” a voice cried out from the room. “Stop!”

I bit my lip, recognizing Adrian’s voice and praying it wasn’t too late.

Henrik was in the center of the room, arm raised in the air. In his hand was the Eros.

And in front of him was a large group of sirens surrounding Adrian, Jacques, and the other pirates.

“Destroy them!” Henrik’s strangled voice echoed. “Destroy them all!”

CHAPTER 42—WAR

Luc grabbed my arm to hold me back.

I wished we could have done the same for the others.

The sirens rushed the pirates. The pirates had swords, but it was useless since sirens could not die by the sword nor get tired while fighting. The pirates could do nothing but fend off the siren attacks until their own deaths.

“What do we do?” I whispered to Luc.

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