not when he was caught up in another world. “We’ll get through this. Just keep
going.”
I can’t. What does it matter if I let them cut Riden because I hesitate? Either
way, he’ll be hurting.
But the pain won’t be real if you sing to him, I try to tell myself. He’ll hurt for a moment and then it will be over. You can’t falter, or he will truly be hurting from another sword injury. Just do it quickly.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him.
Instantly, Riden screams. He writhes on the ground in pain as imaginary hot
pokers drive into his skin.
I hate myself. I hate my abilities. This is not how my powers were meant to
be used. I am despicable, lowly, unforgivable.
I end Riden’s suffering as soon as I dare, hoping it was long enough for
Vordan. I relinquish the leftover song into the air, disposing of it quickly. I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want anything to do with it. Get it away from me.
The sick bastard laughs. “Well done.” Vordan writes some more on his
parchment. I wish I could drive real pokers into his flesh.
“I’m satisfied with your singing abilities for today,” Vordan says, freeing his
ears from the wax. “Let’s talk about your second set of abilities. If Theris overheard you correctly, you can read a person’s emotions, but this ability does
not require nourishment from the sea. It is something you innately possess.”
Riden gasps on the ground, trying to recover from the imaginary pain. I watch
him rub his hands over his skin, convincing himself it wasn’t real.
“Alosa,” Vordan snaps, pulling my attention from Riden. Theris steps
forward and kicks Riden in the face. Blood trickles out of his nose, staining the sand red. In a way, I’m relieved that Theris kicked him so hard. Riden is now unconscious and can’t feel any pain.
“Yes,” I answer. “I can know what people are feeling, if I choose to.”
“And you don’t have to sing?”
“No.”
“Excellent.” More scratching on the parchment. “Tell me what each of my men is feeling.”
I’ve used this one plenty of times today already. I can’t risk using it much more, or I’ll lose myself. The last thing I need is to forget who I am when I’m in such a life-threatening situation. The exposure to the sea’s power almost claimed me several times already. And Riden’s not awake to pull me back again.
I’ll try to rush it. Then shut it off.
I admire the complexities of emotions. They’re paintings for me to see. I just
have to suffer through the otherworldliness in order to see them. As the sickly sensation rushes over my skin, I look quickly at each of Vordan’s men. “That one is hungry,” I say pointing to Niffon. “That one is bored.” That’s Cromis.
“He is excited—no, happy about something.” That’s Theris. “And you are…”
Vordan’s is a bit more complicated. “Content,” I finish.
Vordan looks to each of his men in turn, who nod, showing I’m right.
“Bored, are you, Cromis?” Theris asks. “Perhaps we should reassign you to kitchen duty.”
Cromis looks determinedly at me, his mission. “I am fine, C— Theris.”
Theris purses his lips for a moment, but his face returns to normal quickly thereafter.
Interesting falter, though I shouldn’t be surprised that Theris gave me a false
name. Frankly, I don’t care what his real name is. His name will cease to matter
once I am free and he is dead.
“Shut up,” Vordan hisses at his men. His eyes are on his parchment until he
looks up at me. “We’ll toy around with that one some more tomorrow. Let’s hurry on to your third and last ability, Alosa. Tell me, what would you call this power? I’ve had a hard time coming up with a concise name for it.”
I think for a moment.
“Riden may be unconscious, but I can still have Theris hurt him. So speak up.”
I glare at Vordan’s despicable form. “I can become any man’s idea of a perfect woman.”
“Essentially you’re a seductress. Can’t expect anything less from a woman, can we?”
If I hadn’t already marked him for death, he would definitely have a black mark on him now. Through clenched teeth, I say, “I can become whatever I need
to be to get a man to do what I want him to.”
“You’re a manipulator. I imagine this ability goes well with the emotion reading. Couple those two with your song, and you truly are a formidable creature—a master over all men. Now, I’m assuming this ability only works on