My song is magic. Too bad someone else controls it. I escaped topside from my downtrodden past under the waves. Out of the shark's mouth, into the squid's grip, as my people say. Now I'm indebted to a seedy dealer, who uses my siren song to squeeze his clients for secrets. A new job at a vacation lodge for land-loving sirens will pay enough to free me of my debts. My sexy new boss is tempting, but I don't like...