Silencing the Siren

Novel Excerpt

It was hunt, or be hunted. You can guess which choice I made.

Unfortunately, the perils of being a siren royally screwed up that plan. You see, if I employed my voice to snare these monsters—which, for the record, would be by far the easiest way to send them back to hell—it would drive any nearby humans beyond the edge of reason.

I was told there was no acceptable amount of collateral damage, especially if I was ever going to achieve my own salvation. So, I had to curtail my greatest weapon, and fall back on the warrior skills I had honed over the millennia.

I was kind of a badass.

This era was possibly the easiest to navigate compared to some of the umpteen centuries I’d walked the earth. It was so much easier to blend in and go unnoticed these days. But then again, everyone was preoccupied with their damn electronics. Unfortunately, I had fallen victim to the same technology pitfalls.

My computer buzzed, and I swiveled the chair around, dismissing the view of the Pacific for my oversized cherry desk. I glanced at the instructions that flashed on the screen, clenching my teeth in response.

I hated Fate. She was a bitch of epic proportion, and this latest order wasn’t welcomed in the least. I hadn’t been home in nearly a millennium for a reason. Now, she wanted me to go back and hunt one of my own. A siren had taken hold of the waters south of Crete and was making everyone within range of its voice go on murderous rampages. The latest nautical victim was big enough to make international news. A cruise ship had been exposed to the siren’s song, and everyone on board was slaughtered.

I wondered if I knew the monster luring those poor souls to their death. As if Fate heard my musings, a name flashed on the screen. My stomach dropped as I stared at the display.

“You have got to be kidding me.”