Waves crash against the rocky shore. The brine sour on the tongue as gulls squawk overhead. Legend has it that sirens lurk in the waters, they use their voice to lure innocent people to a watery death. Adair was the same way.

He sat perched up on a rock about 10 yards from the shoreline. Arms crossed as he rested his head upon them, the waves pulling him outward and shoving him back into the rock in a steady motion. Adair inhaled deeply, the salty taste natural on his tongue.

A hauntingly beautiful sound flowed from his lips as he worked his magic. The wind carried his siren song through the air and over the sandy beach. Anyone within a mile radius would hear him and hopefully he would get a meal out of them.