TITLE: THE NEREID
GENRE: YOUNG ADULT
The scream shook the thin, wooden walls of the cottage. Luis Green's initial reaction was annoyance. His grandmother had a tendency to melodramatics.
The shriek sounded again. "Rhiannon!" Shrill and engorged with raw panic. "Don't jump!"
Luis ground his teeth. What the hell was she thinking?
He leapt off the bed and raced outside onto the beach.
"Rhiannon!" He yelled.
He tore across the golden sand. To the right of the tiny cottage towered the cliffs.
"Oh no," Luis groaned under his breath. "Not again."
He ran faster and as he ran he did something he'd promised her he would never do. He delved into her head.
"Rhiannon! Where are you?"
"Damn it, Luis!" Her furious and instant reply struck him like a slap. Relief sucked the adrenaline from his legs and he nearly buckled onto the sand. "I told you to keep out of my head!"
"Just tell me where you are!"
"Mind your own damn business." She slammed their telepathic connection closed.
He reached the cliffs and looked up. The crags stretched skyward, dark, jagged, treacherous. Rhiannon liked to climb them. She wasn't supposed to, Rene, their grandmother, had banned her - indefinitely. But when did Rhiannon ever do as she was told?
Luis searched the craggy face. Nothing. He looked back toward the cottage. The hot summer sun glinted off the tin roof of the water tower. Suddenly he knew exactly where his sister was.
"Oh, Rhie," he groaned. "Why, why, why?"