Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
Carnelian: Chapter One
Songs and Fins
Book Two
The Merworld Trilogy
By
B. Kristin McMichael
Songs and Fins
Book Two of The Merworld Trilogy
Copyright © 2017 by B. Kristin McMichael
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March 2017 KU Edition
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Summary: Whitney thought learning how to be a siren would be easy now that everyone knows she is one. But things just can’t be that simple, especially when there’s a threat in town.
Table Of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
Carnelian: Chapter One
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Other Books By this Author
BOOKS BY THIS AUTHOR
To Stand Beside Her
Chalcedony Chronicles
Carnelian
Chrysoprase
Aventurine
Chrysocolla
The Night Human World Series:
The Blue Eyes Trilogy (series 1)
The Legend of the Blue Eyes
Becoming a Legend
Winning the Legend
The Day Human Trilogy (series 2)
The Day Human Prince
The Day Human King
The Day Human Way
The Skinwalkers’ Witchling Trilogy (series 3)
The Witchling Apprentice
The Wendigo Witchling
The Witchling Seer
The Merworld Trilogy (series 4)
Water and Blood
Songs and Fins
Scales and Legends
CHAPTER 1
Sam stood beside his father, who sat patiently waiting on his throne. His mother had whisked Whitney away since she had been standing in front of everyone wearing only a sheet. Sam was thankful, as he didn’t want anyone to see more of her than he had, but he was a bit disappointed he couldn’t go with her. His father sat beside him, silently watching the crowd that chit-chatted as they waited. Time seemed to tick by slower than humanly possible as he stood there in silence.
Sam was happy that his plan worked. Whitney would be joining the clan since he survived the trial by fire, and it hadn’t been as bad as he imagined it would be. Getting red hot coals dropped on your fin wasn’t a pleasant experience by far, but with his bond with Whitney already in place, they healed almost instantly. He wouldn’t have been able to survive it without her.
Using their bond to heal him as a sign of divine intervention, Sam had to admit that there was something that had made it all possible. It was a great coincidence he had fed from Whitney so close to her feeding from him, allowing them to be able to bond. More importantly, they were harboring enough feelings toward each other secretly for the bond to actually work. Night human bonds were based on love, whether you knew it or not. Luckily they both felt it, and it worked perfectly. The outcome would have been completely different if it had not worked.
Sam hadn’t set out to make a night human, but he couldn’t complain about the results. There had been no one on the island—or in the merworld, for that matter—he was willing to bond to before Whitney. I’m lucky I’ll never have to say that out loud to the siren, he thought. He had his mate now, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Well, technically his father could still change his mind about allowing her to be part of the clan. He was king, after all, and could do whatever he wanted.
Glancing down, Sam found his father still sitting stoically, watching the crowd. The self-proclaimed perfect king was a patient man. Normally, Sam could match his father’s patience, but something about Whitney made that hard to do. He felt exposed with her away from him where he couldn’t protect her. Yes, she was part of the clan now, but that meant very little to a lot of them. The siren only protected those in the clan when faced with outsiders. Otherwise, they were ruthless.
Whitney returned to the room, entering behind Sam’s mother. As the queen stepped aside, Sam’s breath caught in his throat. Whitney stood shyly beside the queen, almost like she wanted to disappear. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was dressed simply, but it was the sparkle beneath her skin that kept Sam’s eyes on her. He had only seen it before when she transformed into a siren, but now with his dad really accepting her into the clan, her siren lines were visible in her human form as well. Sam knew there was nothing more to worry about—she was part of the clan; the marks were proof.
Standing to go around the throne, Sam was stopped in his tracks when his father stood and made it impossible for him to go over to Whitney.
“You better not make me regret this decision,” Sam’s father whispered in his ear. He wasn’t threatening him, but stating a fact.
Not replying, Sam waited for his father to move. That was so like the king. When Sam was finally feeling relief that she had been allowed to join, he was reminded that it didn’t make a difference. The siren were still the siren, and his father was still king. As long as they lived like they did, Whitney was never going to be safe with them. Some might accept her, but many would not, and she would always have a target on her. So much for being one big, happy family.
The king moved forward, and Sam was free to go to Whitney’s side. Sam hurried over to his new mate; he didn’t need to be asked twice. His father began talking, and he tuned the old man out. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard the same speech a hundred times already. Reaching forward, Sam took Whitney’s hands in his. He tried to tone down his worry of everything. Her eyes were questioning what she felt from him already. He would keep her safe. That was his job. After all, he was her mate, and the whole clan would have to at least respect that, or they would find him their worst enemy. Sam had brought her into the siren world, and he was never going to let her go now.
The party was in full swing, and Whitney was having a blast meeting all the new people. Mostly they seemed to welcome her. A few even seemed to be in awe. One little girl in particular told Whitney that her fin was her favorite color, and she wanted to know the secret of how to get one like that. Sam was an expert in leading her around to the groups that would welcome her, and avoiding ones like Amber and her disgruntled family.
Whitney ignored the death stares from Amber’s camp.
She’d spent years with people giving her those same hateful looks growing up. It was nothing new and nothing she could change. Besides, Whitney hadn’t asked to be a siren. Sam had done that, and he wasn’t getting a single “I want to kill you with my eyes” look from them.
“When will we get to the part where you show me around the island, so we get some alone time?” Whitney asked.
The sirens really did like to party. From what she could tell it was getting close to sunrise, which would mean their party had been going on for almost five hours straight. You’d think with such a small population on a little island there wouldn’t be as much to talk about, but everyone was still going strong.
“As soon as I can get you away. It seems like my father doesn’t want that to happen yet,” Sam replied, keeping a tight hold around her waist so that she was hip to hip with him.
Sam nodded his head toward his father, and Whitney could make out the pathway behind him, which must have been the way out of the private beach they were all at. Smiling, the king nodded back to Sam like he knew that they wanted to leave, yet he still didn’t move from his spot in front of the exit.
“He can be difficult about these things,” Sam complained sourly. Now she saw that while he didn’t get along with his father, there was respect there.
“Can we sneak by him?” Whitney suggested.
Yes, meeting all the sirens was important, but she was exhausted and just wanted to be alone with Sam. There were so many questions she needed to ask and things she wanted to see. So far her trip to the siren island was via being kidnapped and tied to a chair all night. Not the best first impression of her new world. She had a feeling Sam would show her the better parts and not make her regret her decision to stay with him.
Sam grinned. “I like how you think.”
He slid his hand off her waist and took her hand in his. Weaving between the guests, Sam made it to the edge of the party and began leading them around the group of people who seemed content to stand around and talk all night long. They approached from behind, hoping Sam’s father, the king, would miss them as they snuck by.
“Leaving before sunrise?” the king asked, not turning around, but catching them anyway. “Ready to head back to land already?”
“I’m tired since I was basically kidnapped last night.” Whitney paused. She hadn’t thought about going back to the mainland, and it all came crashing back. “My aunt and cousin … they’ve probably called the police by now.” She was beginning to have a panic attack. One of the most important rules for sirens was that they had to keep being one a secret. There wasn’t going to be any secrets if her aunt thought something happened to her.
Aunt Marissa was more laid back than most adults, but she never went more than twenty-four hours without checking on her and her younger cousin at least once. She did it even if she wasn’t at home because she was a workaholic.
The king finally turned to them and smiled.
“It’s not a problem. Your aunt thinks you’re at your friend’s house all weekend. As long as you’re back by Monday morning, no one will know the difference.”
Sam nodded with his father’s assurance. He probably set it up himself. That instantly calmed Whitney down.
“Trudy is covering for you,” Sam added, which made her heartbeat slow down to completely normal, and her panic subsided.
Trudy was a close friend and helped her out often in the past year in making up excuses to not be home. Trudy, Tina, James, and Noah had been lifesavers since moving to the new town a year ago, and they were her only true friends. The best part of their friendship now that Whitney was part of the merworld, she was let in on the secret that all four of her close friends were all sirens. She hadn’t suspected a thing.
“Father, may we leave and get some rest before heading back to land?” Sam asked, bowing his head respectfully to the older man.
The king looked surprised; whether at the words or the actions, Whitney couldn’t tell.
Sam had made it clear that he disliked his father and most of the island siren, and Whitney was pretty sure that the king knew how much Sam disliked everything around him. But then again, how could Whitney blame Sam? The king basically abandoned Sam when he was barely a teen and left him to find his way home. While the rest of the siren came of age as late teens, Sam was forced to grow up at thirteen. To say things were tense between them was an understatement. So far Whitney had seen that Sam wasn’t one to offer up much respect toward the king when they were having a private conversation.
“Whitney will head back at sunset, but not you, Sam. The second half of your punishment for breaking siren law is that you are to remain on the island until I see fit.”
Sam’s face mirrored Whitney’s own shock. They’d been through enough already to just be together now. She had been kidnapped not even twenty-four hours ago and almost sentenced to death for Sam turning her into a night human. His perfect plan of offering to prove she was meant to be a siren through trial by fire saved them. She had been accepted. She was part of the siren clan now. Whitney had thought it was the end of their troubles.
They were supposed to get their happily ever after, but now she was to head back to land without him. That wasn’t what she wanted or thought she was going to get. Finding her mate was beyond anything she had expected, she grew up her whole life being told there would be no one for her. Great, she had him, but now she had to be without him. How in the world did that make sense? It wasn’t fair. Whitney gritted her teeth to keep from crying in front of the majestic man who was solemnly watching his son.
“Father,” Sam tried to complain. The feelings running through Whitney were mirrored in him. In fact, Whitney wasn’t sure if the turmoil of sadness and anger all balled into one was from him, herself, or them combined since the bond was it strongest when they were touching as they were now, holding hands. “They need me there on land. I have a job to do.”
Sam wasn’t keeping his anger hidden as he talked; it grew behind his eyes. He was just as happy to have Whitney as she was to have him, and he didn’t want to be without her for any reason.
‘He can’t do this,’ Sam told her silently. ‘Newly mated couples are supposed to spend at least the first year never far apart. The bond makes it hard to go without the other person. It can be physically painful to keep the newly bonded apart too long.’ Sam was calmly explaining it to her as he was seething at his father.
The king shrugged. “I can send someone else in your place for now while you stay here and try to remember our laws, since you seem to have a hard time following them.”
“But—” Sam complained more. His head was raised, and the defiant attitude he held toward his dad was back. The respect was quickly gone.
Moving closer, the king stared at Sam harshly. As much as the older man was calm externally, Whitney got the sense that he was better at hiding his emotions than Sam was. Sam was playing with fire, and if he wasn’t careful, the old king might react more than they wanted.
‘Don’t think I didn’t know what game you were playing with that trial. I know perfectly well how the gods helped you. Don’t make me regret going along with it so you would actually take a mate. Now, you’ll do as I say and that’s the end of it.’ The king’s voice drifted silently into Sam’s head, and Whitney heard his words through the bond.
Whitney felt the power of the king resonate through his words. He wasn’t threatening them outright, but it was close enough. A man who had no problems putting hot coals on his son to torture him wasn’t a man you wanted to mess with.
Power was flowing freely around them, and Whitney felt it. She shivered when the king turned back to the guests and walked away without waiting for a response. More than a few eyes were watching the exchange, but they all quickly looked away when the king left. The king was in charge, and she got that part. Sam’s face was set in stone, hiding the anger beneath. He didn’t like the order any more than Whitney. Just the thought of being apart made her sick to her stomach. She st
ill had hundreds of questions to ask him, and now she was going back without him. Nope, that wasn’t the ending she had been hoping for, and it surely wasn’t happily ever after like she wanted.
The dark sky began to turn brilliant colors by the time Whitney had walked back with Sam to his house. Upon joining the community as an adult, each of the siren were given their own home. Sam had been living on his own since he was thirteen. They had enough time to climb up onto the roof and see the sparkling rays of the sunrise as they hit the water. While it was strange to hear the water sing, especially the first time, it was magical to hear the song change with the sunlight dancing across the surface. Whitney had been to a couple live musical shows with her mother before she died, and it quickly reminded her of that with all the movement and music. Her mother would have loved to be a siren. Whitney felt a twinge of sadness as thoughts of her mother drifted into her mind. Though it had only been a little over a year since her parents had died, it was feeling more like a lifetime ago.
“Tell me about her,” Sam said from beside her. They were both laying back on the incline of the roof with a perfect view of the ocean. “I can feel the love you have for your family. It was never like that for me. I just wonder what it’s like.”
Turning slightly, Whitney smiled at him. The faint lines of his siren form were visible on his skin. She had so many questions for him she wanted to talk about instead, but she knew from the bond that he was truly interested in hearing about her mother.
“You know, when I had her, I would have never admitted how much I loved her. We used to fight over everything—clothing, hair, boys. Everything.” Whitney watched as sunshine glinted off the water and skipped across the surface like a trained dancer. “Now I’d give anything to have her back nagging me about it all. It sucks that there are no second chances in life.”