Owen paused for a moment, taking a slow breath in and a slow breath out, “Maybe that’s exactly it. Siren Cove is smothered in magic, more than anywhere else as far as I know. Maybe the curse is interfering,” he suggested. It made plausible sense; the curse was build out of suffering and wanted to do the same to everyone else. It made him wonder sometimes why they all stayed here, but they did and he knew he couldn’t bring himself to leave. But then he didn’t know how most magic or visions worked. “If you could warn everyone about the things you see, then you’d kind of defeat its purpose right?”

Letting out a soft snort at that, he grinned. “Well, I am sensitive behind my ears and I am a good height for people to pat my head at the moment,” he agreed.