The chaos of the nightclub throbbed around us—screaming patrons, blood, and flashing lights. But for a heartbeat, everything slowed, and a realization washed over me. “Wait.” I grabbed Finn’s forearm. “It’s not the staff.”
He froze, his fist cocked above the security guard he was about to pummel. “Are you sure?”
“It’s the tanks.” I dragged my gaze across the aquariums lining the space. “The fish.Theybelong to Poseidon.”
A muscle tightened in Finn’s brow, and then he grinned. “You astound me, shifter.”
“Don’t let them get away!” Two more burly security guards were pushing through the chaos toward us.
Cold amusement frosted Finn’s dark features, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent lightning shimmering along his forearms, arcing in threads of pale silver. He raised both hands, and the aquariums began to glow.
An ominous weight settled over me. I’d never seen him do anything like this—I hadn’t known it was possible. I hadn’t realized the full extent of Finn’s power until now.Lightning.
One by one, the glass tanks trembled and shattered, as if melting away from the walls. Water burst forth, hovering in midair in great spheres that shimmered with fish and drifting seaweed. Patrons gasped and ducked for cover, but the floating orbs moved above them, guided by Finn’s outstretched arms.
He turned and conducted them toward the open door. The club’s panic faded into hushed awe as the fish glided into the cool night. One by one, they returned to the sea. And when the final glowing drop vanished into the swell, Finn’s hands fell to his sides, his body spent, yet his eyes remained intent on mine.
A cry rang out. The guards, who had been momentarily distracted by the fish, were charging toward us again.
“We need to move,” Finn shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.
My lungs burned, and my feet ached in my heels, but I kept pace as we sprinted past the beach umbrellas and slipped into the safety of the shadows beyond. Only then did I allow myself to breathe.
“The patrons . . . they saw you . . .” I panted.
“Stavros will use his mind magic to erase their memories. He won’t want this becoming a PR nightmare that deters his high rollers.”
“He will be furious.”
“I doubt we’ve seen the last of him.” Finn shook his head.
I ran a hand through my tangled hair, part of me elated. We had completed the task, yet my insides were twisting. I had not managed to do it alone, which meant I would receive the next one with Finn. It was the first time I’d seen him wield lightning. I had hoped—prayed—that was a power only his father possessed.
The police officer had said my grandmother’s heart stopped, and Finn once told me thatlightning can stop a heart with a single prod.
I still didn’t know for sure if he had killed my grandmother, but now, I knew he had the power to do it.
I was silent during the ride back in the black Mercedes van. Finn had a personal driver on the island, of course. I rolled my eyes, arms folded tight across my chest, and stared out as flickering lights streaked past the window.
When we arrived in Oia, I threw open the car door, pushed through the throngs of tourists crowding the bustling shopping street, and stormed down the stone steps. I flung open the door to the villa, Finn right behind me.
I swung to him as he closed the door in our wake. “What was that?”
“What?” He tipped his head, studying me.
“The lightning. Why have you never used it until now?” My breathing came in ragged gasps, but I fought to keep it in check.
“It’s not a power I... enjoy using.” He raked a hand through his hair,the muscles in his arms flexing beneath the snug sleeves of his black dress shirt.
My jaw was stiff as I glared at him. Several moments of silence passed between us as I took in his furrowed brows and what seemed to be pain in his eyes.
“I’m going to bed,” I finally snapped, stalking away from Finn down the hallway.
“Morgana.” I froze at the sound of my name, turning slowly to see him still standing where I’d left him.
“What?”
“Just so you know, only an heir of Poseidon can claim the box,” he called after me.
