Seth leaned into them both and kissed her brow, then Tristan’s. “We’ll figure it out.”
“You’ll have to,” Callypso added. “Because the queen of the sirens won’t take no for an answer. She’ll do all in her power to regain control. There’s a reason the sirens have been so quiet on the Conclave and in other realm matters. They have their own pain and strife to deal with, their own queen to cower to. But that won’t last for long. The queen will want more power in some way, and she will break through the realms to get it. They say the sirens called men to their deaths, and yet that’s only a fraction of it. Don’t take this lightly, Seth. Don’t let them out of your sight, Tristan. Because no matter what, it will take the three of you on the siren’s door for you to find what you need.”
Calypso’s voice had gone into a song of its own as she spoke, her eyes wide and glassy. At her words, Seth had jumped off the couch and caught her as she fell into his arms. She shook her head and pushed him away.
“I’m fine,” she said, her voice a rasp. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “I just need some tea and a bath.”
“You’re a prophet,” Tristan said, surprised. It took a lot to surprise him these days, but since he’d met Amara, nothing had been the same.
Caly shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t know. If I did, maybe I wouldn’t be here.” With that odd statement, she patted her brother’s cheek and walked away. “You’re welcome to the cottage in the back. I know you’ll need your rest before you head to the siren realm.”
“Your sister is something else,” Amara said with awe in her voice. Tristan agreed.
“She’s always just been my sister,” Seth said with a frown. “I’ve never known her any other way.” He turned to Tristan and Amara. “We should take her up on that cottage. Get some rest. Try to figure out what to do next. For some reason, I don’t think we have much time.”
Tristan stood up and set Amara on her feet. “I think you’re right.”
“And to think, I thought my life was boring,” Amara said.
Tristan cupped her face and kissed her softly. “You’ve never been boring.”
“You didn’t know me before.”
“I know you now, and I want to know you more.”
Seth cleared his throat and stood by their sides. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. They were all on the same page. Their lives had changed and things had gone to hell, but they were together. That part had to matter. Because if it didn’t…well, Tristan didn’t want to think about what would happen if it all fell apart.
He might be a fae with powers that were the highest order of his realm, but broken, he wouldn’t be able to face another century—not without Amara, without Seth. Not without his future.
Chapter Six
Seth watched Amara sleep, knowing she had to be exhausted. The change had taken its toll on her, and he knew all the news about bonds, fate, curses and her realm hadn’t helped. Only a couple of days had passed, and yet his world, their world had altered completely. Since he sat next to her on the bed, he brushed a long strand of hair away from her face and just stared at her.
He’d never thought to be so lucky as to have a mate like her, let alone another mate like Tristan. He didn’t know all of their secrets or how they liked their coffee or any other odd details like that, but he’d learn them. What mattered most was that the three of them were committed to each other and to finding a way to make the bond work. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d thought he would mate, but he’d take it as it was.
He didn’t want to think about what would happen when they reached the siren realm. The queen sounded like a piece of work, and he’d be damned if he’d force Amara to do something so against her nature in order for their bond to snap into place. Calypso hadn’t said anything about Amara being the one to end the queen’s life. She’d only said that the queen would need to break the curse on her own—or die—to have the curse fall apart.
Amara had only heard that the queen would have to die and had put that responsibility on herself. Seth—and he was sure Tristan, as well—would be damned if they broke Amara’s spirit in the process of breaking the curse.