Second Sight (Stories of Frost and Fire Book 2) by Kimbra Swain

Author:Kimbra Swain [Swain, Kimbra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-03T16:00:00+00:00

“Was this his idea?!” I screamed.

“He said you needed a break. We agreed. You agree. What difference does it make?” Soraya asked.

“Because I can’t leave the human world. I need to be there in case someone finds Callum or if he tries to contact me,” I said.

“When we go back, we will go back only minutes after we left. There’s no time here. It’s Neverland,” she said with a grin.

“Are you telling me that, that, that…” I sputtered and pointed at the seat where the young man had been sitting. He was gone.

“Yep,” she said. “Isn’t that cool? Although, I hear he’s pretty frisky with the ladies.”

“He’s a kid! No, no.” I tried shaking the smirking boy out of my mind. It reminded me of Kyrie’s smirk. “What is Pallas?” I asked.

“You are asking too many questions. You are supposed to be relaxing. You don’t have to figure everything out!” she shouted back at me as the music got louder and more frenzied.

“Who owns this bar?” I asked.

“We might as well go. You are ruining it,” she said.

She moved toward the door when it flew open, and a beautiful woman walked in with two men on each side of her. I knew her. I’d just seen her, and Seamus had led us to a trap.

“Miss Hamlet,” I said.

“Why, Miss Riggs, I had no idea you frequented this establishment,” she said with a sly grin. She twiddled her red fingernails, and the wild thump of the music changed from club beats to sultry jazz. The appearance of the bar changed too.

“It’s my first time,” I said.

The bartender sat an amber glass of liquid on the bar for her. She took the cherry out of it and sucked it off the stem. “First times,” she cooed.

“Wish us home,” Soraya hissed.

“Yes, I could try to wish yourself home, but it wouldn’t do any good. Haven’t you heard of the mermaids of Neverland? We never let go,” she said.

“You are technically a siren,” I said.

“Half a dozen, one or the other,” she replied. “All of our kind here were put here for being very, very bad.” She sat on a barstool and crossed her legs. One of her four men produced her long cigarette holder for her which she took, while another one of the men pulled a lighter out of his pocket. She inhaled, then exhaled a puff of smoke.

Soraya dug her nails into my back. “Wish us home!”

“I wish we were back in my apartment,” I said. Nothing happened. No flash of light.

“What will the Queen do with two children missing?” she asked. “Perhaps she will lose her mind. I hear that she is in a fragile state.”

I laughed and held my gut. Maybe it was overkill, but I couldn’t have her underestimating my mother. You don’t corner a mama protecting her pups. “You aren’t talking about my mother. There has never been anything fragile about Grace Ann Bryant.” I didn’t want to be trapped here, but if she wasn’t making a move, I’d see what kind of information I could figure out.

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