Row, row, row my boat gently down the river.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily their life is about to end.
The tune came to my feet as soon as my feet touched the boat. Two days have passed since Sabastian's abduction. As the days sailed by, he got even more silent. At first, a part of me felt like it was missing. It never stopped there. It was like the whole got wider and wider over time. I tried reaching out to him several times. Nothing. It was like he never existed. That was not possible. And that was making me anxious. If he was not dead, I would have been able to contact him. His soul would not be hard to find.
I sighed aloud, rubbing at my temples.
This was driving me crazy. The nagging emptiness was killing me. I did not want to feel this way. At all. That was why I was going to up my game. Killing a few sirens never gave me pleasure nor did it give me the results needed. I wanted something that vodyanitsa would never forget. An eye for an eye.
