Dylan read through several more tales."'She burned the village down and killed everyone. No one escaped her wrath.'"
"If no one was left alive, how did the tale get passed on?" Brantley said.
"If you're not going to take this seriously," Dylan said, "get out."
Brantley complained to himself, Evie can fuss all she wants and Dylan coddles her. I make one comment and I'm threatened with eviction.
Though the tale of Nathaniel Moore was finished, Dylan began listing the various sightings.
"No one knows for sure if this is really her," Dylan said, "but I think it is. I don't think Nathaniel Moore could kill her. I think that's why he went insane and killed himself."
"Nathaniel Moore was obsessed," Evie said. "Not just a momentary enchantment that wears off. I didn't know it back then. I had no idea all the stuff Dethewaite and Sons went through to clean my energy from someone. For anyone who becomes obsessed with a siren or a mermaid, any of those singing demon bloods. If they're not treated, they'll go mad and kill themselves. It's that way with all of Apollo's mixed blood descendants."
"Dragon," Brantley said. "Not a descendant of Apollo. No hypnotic abilities or charms."
Evie pursed her lips and flapped her lashes until the wind blew.
"Besides, if she could just hypnotize everyone, why didn't she?"
She put a hand to her forehead, too tired to argue about it.
YOU ARE READING
The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
