"My powers are gone," she says, her voice flat. There are other people on the boardwalk, humans and witches and probably other sirens, but she doesn't care who hears her at this point. If the entire world ends up finding out she's a siren, she doesn't care, as long as she gets her powers back.

"I can't do any of what I'm supposed to be able to do," she tells him. She hasn't tried to change form, but she already feels it. She already knows it won't work. "Someone did something to me."