Haley noticed it first, the faint sound of dripping beneath the table. Her father's trousers had darkened, a spreading stain betraying the terror he could no longer hide; he peed on his pants. His eyes were wide and unfocused, like he was still trapped somewhere far below the surface of the sea.
"What did you make them see?" Haley asked, voice low, uncertain whether to be impressed or alarmed.
"The horror of the deep sea," Sienna-Rose replied simply. Her tone is calm, almost casual, though her eyes flicked briefly to the growing puddle beneath Peter's chair. She made a tch-ed sound when she saw it, and then she flicked her fingers. The mess vanished, the scent of salt and fear scrubbed from the air as if it never happened.
"Now," she said, her smile returning, smooth and commanding, "we can talk, sweetheart. Your parents will listen to whatever you say now. Isn't that right?"
