Chapter 201: Superstitions and Sirens

SITTING ON THE EFOTIS' couch in an uncomfortable silence as everyone looked at one another awkwardly reminded me too much of the last time I was here. Sure, we'd discovered Isaac was a siren. But so what? This house was full of supernatural oddities. Why was everyone acting like he was a freak now?

At least Iosefa had put on some clothes. He sat across the room near the hearth of the fireplace with Caroline tucked under his arm. She hadn't protested when Zander pulled me down next to him on the couch, tucking my hand in his, but she still stared at him warily, like he was going to pull out a gun and start shooting.

Phoebe sat near Isaac, leaning against his arm, somehow bolstering him. It was as if she was recharging him, like a battery. I thought about my comparison and realized that's exactly what was happening. Somehow, she was giving him strength. The dark circles under Isaac's eyes were starting to fade, his skin gaining more color. In contrast, Phoebe had grown pale and limp.