It’s been said just the side of a siren is enough to drag men into a watery grave. Children’s stories, for the most part. But in this moment, I have a little trouble believing them. I imagine her gaze is splitting up the cliff-watchful and hungry and dark as the deep-to find me staring back. I won’t let them blame you, I tell her silently. Whoever killed Connor, for whatever purpose, I’ll track them down myself.