Brenna glared, and the man’s voice sobered. Ciaran could only watch, puzzled and afraid, and Brenna’s expression became grimmer. Eventually she nodded, lifted the bowl, and emptied the water onto the sand. Ciaran stared as the man’s image spilled and distorted and then sank into shore.
“What’s going on?” Ciaran asked.
Brenna lifted the bowl in her arms and turned away from the sea, and it was then that Ciaran realized that, during her entire conversation with the man, the sea had been utterly, unnaturally still. Moments later, a wave crashed down on both of them.
Ciaran yelped. Brenna laughed.
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