Senna’s POV

Korrigan stood at the front of his group. He fixed me with a sly smile. My heart hammered in my chest. Above us, the wisps floated around, ready to follow us the moment we were in their eyeline.

It wasn’t a good situation. Motioning for Thistle to stay behind me, a bead of sweat broke out onto my forehead. Someone above us, someone screamed.

“Another one down,” Korrigan said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “Serves them right for going out onto the beach. Idiots.”

My hand reached for my bow, my fingers curling around it.

“No need for that,” Korrigan said, seeing me reach for my...