A flare of power brushed against mine, as familiar as a summer breeze and ten times as powerful. My father’s Siren spell, his gifts scorching a path alongside my own towards the girl who fought to free us as the Nymphs closed in. She wasn’t going to stop. Not even to defend herself. The rift was almost closed, and I knew that she would sacrifice her own life to see it shut if that was what it took.
