“Are you a caller of the shore?” A soft voice cooed, gentle and alluring. Ghostly fingers suddenly touched the side of his head where the silver hair was tucked away, and it took everything in Alba not to lurch in surprise. “Who is your caller of the sea, brine witch?” “Who else could it be? Who else is left?” “Delphinus? Hydrus?” “Cetus?” “Circinus?” Alba didn’t answer.
