My father looked the part siren he was, all too much at the moment. Even though it had been weak, the Siren's energy was evident right now. Mom, oblivious to the murderous intent radiating from Dad's very existence, suddenly seemed to have felt it.
Her cheery face contracted to a frown as she placed a hand on his chest calling out, "Honey, you alright there?"
"Oh, I will be after I break that boy's legs," he replied gritting through his teeth before adding, "perhaps even his neck."
That seriously scared the s**t out of me and my mother, who also had a horrified expression on her face matching mine. But all this seemed rather amusing to Amanzi. And why not? After all he was a full siren and my dad wasn't. But as they say, never underestimate the power of a protective father. They can kil
