The trident mark

"Hello?" Misha's voice came from the other side, and Elliana, who was still thinking about her dream, snapped back to reality, looking at her nails.

"Your sirens would be released. Where do you want them?" Elliana asked, getting straight to the point.

Misha, the reincarnated siren queen that Elliana still didn't know the real name of, huffed loudly.

"What's wrong?"

"That's not the answer to my question," Elliana said, her voice controlled as she was barely controlling the anger that was creeping and running in her veins.

"I know. But that's definitely the question my heart wants to ask. I can feel the controlled emotions through your voice, Elliana. We are sirens. Our voices matter a lot to us, and we can judge anyone's emotions through their voice," Misha said.

"It doesn't concern you or -"

"As long as it's related to you, it concerns me," Misha's words stopped Elliana from saying anything.