Tags:
Drama,
Fiction,
Paranormal,
Young Adult,
Teenager,
teen,
teen fiction,
greek mythology,
hades,
Shoes,
coming-of-age novel,
paranormal humor
e ye contact with the driver, nodding while Shar rattled off the address to the penthouse.
âAll right,â I said, once we were back in the apartment. âWe have less than two weeks. What do we do?â
âI know what Iâm going to do,â Shar said, raising up a shopping bag. âIâm going to try some of this stuff on. I have no idea what we bought, or what sizes things are. Those guys were just throwing everything at us. At least they got the colors right.â She dumped a bag onto a chair big enough to be a bed. âHere, take yours.â
I poked at the black pile. I liked the black umbrella that some balmy guy had tossed to me, but I hated the idea of how much it all cost and the certainty that someone in some far-off third-world country was being exploited because of it. I fished out a sheer, antique-looking black blouse with faceted jet buttons. Shar was already heading to her room with an armful of pink fluff.
Cloistered in my bathroomâthere were too many mirrors, I didnât need to see that much of myselfâI took off my top, slipped the blouse on, and buttoned it. When I looked up, I squinted at the mirror. There was a small shadow behind me, but it didnât make any sense. I undid a few buttons and slipped the blouse off a little. Twisting around, I caught sight of what looked like a feather.
âDamn it,â I muttered. Probably one of the pricey accessories in our stash had stuck to the blouse. I pulled at the feather and a twinge of pain shot up my spine. Frustrated, I closed my eyes, stopping myself from groping at the thing and making it worse. Some tag or pin must be caught in the fabric. Carefully, I got hold of it again and pulled slowly. I let out a squeak in spite of myselfâthat really hurt!
Then Shar screamed.
Topless except for my bra, I ran to her room. A new pair of jeans lay on her pink bed, ready to be tried on. Sheâd taken her shoes off, but thatâs as far as sheâd gotten.
The toes on her left foot were fused together into three scaly ⦠talons.
âMy foot!â She hopped around. âHow am I going to wear my shoes?â When she saw me she stopped. âOh ⦠Meg â¦â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
She reached a slender arm over my shoulder and gently tugged on a long black feather, waving the top of it at me. Then she gave it a little tug. And sneezed.
âOw!â I howled.
âItâs growing !â she cried.
âOf course it is. Youâre becoming my Sirens.â We both jumped. Hades was lounging on Sharâs bed in a pose suggestive of a Harlequin romance, wearing a half-unbuttoned copper shirt and dark brown trousers. I blushed and swiftly covered my chest.
âRelax, Margaret.â He snapped his fingers and I had my T-shirt on again. âWhy so surprised? You know what Sirens look like. I do so love literal textbook interpretations! Every time you use your powers, you become a little more Siren-like. Naughty girls! I warned you only to use them on Mr. Romanov.â
âYou could have been more specific!â I spat. âAnd you should have told us it doesnât work on females!â
Shar stepped forward. âNow we can never look at or talk to any guys!â
âA minor detail, Margaret. And Sharisse, of course you can do both those things.â Hades rose to his feet and pointed at us. âBut you did more than simply talk to them and look at them today. You engaged those gentlemen in the coffee shop and in Bendelâs with your eyes, didnât you Sharisse? You wanted their admirationâyou were preening! And Margaret, you just had to tell them what to do. Stop! Please save me from the weirdo convention! â Hades mimicked my voice perfectly. âSound familiar? Your looks and voice obeyed your intents.â
âWe didnât know!â Shar fumed.
âYou should have. I told you, only use the powers on Mr.
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