“I’m sorry, Teague. I’m so sorry. I tried, and now I’ve lost you.”
Mina felt the tingling of an approaching Fae and turned in time to see a wave rise up. The sea witch appeared.
“Aw, a death to feed on.” Taz Clara stepped up onto the pier, her green skin slightly glowing, her dark green hair moving on its own.
“No, you can’t feed on him,” Mina spat. She stood.
The sea witch’s face turned ugly. “You don’t want to share? You’re the one covered in his blood, not me.”
“Go away!” Mina said.
“Listen, child, and listen well. Let me feed, and I’ll see if I can save a part of him for you.”
“You said you wouldn’t help me with Teague.”
“Not unless you killed him. I am a sea witch after all. I feed on the dead, the dying, and their fears.”
“You can save just a part of him?”
“Did I stutter?” She smiled. “I am the most powerful after a death.”
“Then save him!”
“How about a please?”
“Please,” she added softly and kneeled back down next to Teague.
Taz Clara sighed. “I do owe you a boon after all.” She smoothed out her sea green dress and kneeled on Teague’s other side. Her mouth opened, and Mina caught a glimpse of sharp, pointy teeth. She almost changed her mind—but the sea witch-sprite didn’t bite or tear into Teague. She began to sing.
It wasn’t a happy song but a low-pitched song of mourning. Her voice carried across the bay. Time slowed as Mina listened to the haunting song and watched as the sirens battled the giants, ogres, and golems.
One of the giants picked up an abandoned truck and threw it at the ship. Kino blasted the truck mid-air. It exploded into smaller pieces, still hitting the ship but causing less damage. Mina saw someone or something flying along the bridge, leading a mass of people away from the army. Ever had revealed her wings to the world. Compared to the beasts behind them, she probably looked like a guardian angel.
The Coast Guard had shown up. They were trying to shoot the giants, but bullets kept bouncing off their thick skin. Another stone golem appeared out of the water, picked up a passing fishing boat, and launched it across the air. The crew on the US Coast guard ship dove overboard just as the boat crashed into their deck. An explosion followed, and Mina turned her head to protect her eyes from the blast.
Teague was dead. This should have stopped. Why were they still fighting? Mina had to do something. She looked over just as Taz stopped singing and lifted Teague’s wrist, bending her mouth to it.
Mina couldn’t stay and watch. She could do nothing more for Teague, but she could do something to help the others. She weighed her options, looked once more at Teague and Taz, and back to Ever at the bridge. Then, she took off running.
Mina had to tread carefully over the broken boards and walk along holding the handrails. When she got to the street, she waved down a passing car and leaned into the passenger window.
“I need to get to the bridge,” Mina commanded. But when she saw a small child in the back, she quickly told the woman to go home by another route.
She waved down a white van. The driver was a heavyset guy, probably in his late forties. “I need to get to the bridge.”
“That’s where I’m headed. I hear there’s a Godzilla-type-thing destroying it. Hop in.”
She jumped in and held on as he drove crazily, weaving in and out of traffic. He ran two red lights as he made his way to the bridge. When he got as close as he could before being stopped by the police, he pulled over, jumped out, and opened up the back.
That was when Mina saw the camera gear and paid closer attention to the signage on the van. She’d gotten in a news cameraman’s van.
“You can’t video this,” Mina begged.
“Are you kidding me? How can I not? This footage will be the start of a new career. I’ll be famous.”
She touched the camera and willed a flare of power into it. It sparked and caught fire.
“Ow, what’d you do?” He dropped the camera to the ground, reached in for a fire extinguisher.