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“As do we all inside. But you do what you claim to do, and I’ll rid the oceans of predators like this,” Poseidon said.
“I do help!” Willow exclaimed, feeling hurt.
“You do little except hinder me as I bring about justice. The only thing you achieve is exposing these murdering bastards to the public. Few of them actually care. They will soon, when the seas rise against them,” Poseidon snarled.
“What does that mean?” Willow demanded.
Her fear fled as she stepped forward. Poseidon’s words were emotional, which led Willow to believe he was planning something. Willow thought that maybe she could help.
Poseidon shook his head in disbelief, and Willow’s pride was stung a little. Regardless of what Poseidon said, she did help. Awareness of the oceans and sea life had increased among people. Recycling was on the rise, too. Of course, she did not take full credit for it, but she’d played a role.
A soft splash made her jump, and Willow realised that Poseidon had escaped while she had been lost in her thoughts.
With a pout, she decided he was a rude a-hole and didn’t warrant her time or attention. She quickly gathered her stuff and headed to the side of the ship. Her little boat was waiting patiently for her as she scrambled down the rope ladder and made her escape. Within hours, her footage would be plastered on social media, and the Moel Nix Corporation would be outed for their pollution.
This would be a big reveal because they diligently posted about how they handled their waste… well, the truth was about to bite them in the tush.
Poseidon/Jase.
Poseidon erupted from his mirror as he cursed the damn human rat for her interference. She’d nearly caught him on camera; that he could not condone. He would have destroyed her instrument if she had not stopped filming.
Mary Worth, Mistress of the Mirrors, stepped back, a little startled as his anger hit the room.
“Poseidon?” she asked, concerned as he sought to control himself.
Poseidon nodded at her as he gritted his teeth, struggling to stop his temper from erupting and flooding the tower.
“Do we need help?” Mary questioned, and he managed to shake his head in denial.
“I’ve got it,” he ground out.
A mirror flashed, and Dullahan rode through, his horse disappearing as soon as it touched the stone in the tower. Dullahan landed gracefully on his feet and grinned up at them. As the Dullahan/Black Crom—or the better-known Headless Horseman—it still shook Poseidon to see the head carried under the left arm.
In front of them, Dullahan shifted, and his human form, Rhett Stone, took his place.
It was a thing between the Legends. In their monster shape, they were referred to by their monster name. In their human side, they were called their human name. It mattered greatly to them.
“Good job?” Poseidon asked, still in his merman form. His voice sounded squelchy and bubbly, as if he was underwater.
Rhett carried two sins, Perversity and Confrontation. Confrontation had been Rhett’s original Sin, and he’d gained Perversity from a dying Legend.
Poseidon whispered a quick prayer for his fallen sibling before turning to Rhett.
“That little dictator was flexing his minuscule power again. He was taught a harsh lesson tonight, probably saving a thousand lives,” Rhett responded.
“Shame,” Poseidon replied.
Mary narrowed her eyes. “Be careful, brother. Your attitude will have consequences. One day…”
“One day, the human race will have blown itself sky high, and I’ll party on their dried-out bones. Nothing is redeeming about them, Mary, and I’m not sure why you delude yourself in thinking there is,” Poseidon snapped.
“There is good in them,” Mary persisted.
“Tell that to Harpy. Oh, wait. We can’t. The humans tore her to pieces.” Poseidon growled and stormed from the tower.
Mary Worth/ Marie.
“That wound will never heal,” Rhett said, shaking his head at the pain that had radiated from Poseidon.
