She ran. Her maids ran too. Followed by some female crew.
Coffi and Latte guarded her like hype-girl bodyguards.
More sirens rose from the fog, screeching. Mr. Biceps Siren lunged toward me.
I dodged. Barely.
He slammed the deck, wood splintering. He looked up at me with love-struck fish eyes.
Then puckered his lips. For a kiss. I dry-heaved. "I WOULD RATHER EAT RAW SEAWEED FOR A YEAR!"
He lunged again—But this time, Sir Alex—finally soaking wet and half-awake thanks to Princess Milabuella—stepped in front of me, blade drawn.
Clarity snapped into his eyes.
"Lady Seraphine… what in the seven frozen hells is THAT?!"
"A flirt," I snarled, pointing at the monstrous siren. "A persistent one."
Sir Alex looked personally offended.
Jin blinked awake next. "Why am I wet—OH."
He drew his weapon fast. "Those are NOT angels."
"No. No they're not," I said, raising my hands glowing with Qi.
"Now, boys… WELCOME BACK."
