Page 122 of Heir of the Beast

I can’t answer as Siron walks up to us with his arms crossed over his chest, his bicep still looking badly injured. I can see Laura eyeing him up and down—with curiosity, most likely.

He signs to his men, who take Laura, the men assuring her they mean no harm. She looks back at me in terror, but I nod that ~it’s okay.~

I am left with Siron staring at me intently.

I fidget with my skirt as my heart pounds. I must break the silence. “I told you I was a good shot.”

He lets out a loud breath and rubs a hand down his neck.

The red-haired highlander walks up to us. “Siron, I have never seen a female shoot like that,” he says, and eyes me. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” His assessing gaze is not friendly.

Siron signs to him and the highlander does not like what he is being told, leaving with a loud cursing, shooting me a glare. Siron looks back at me with the same knee-buckling expression in his eyes.

I can’t see his face, but I assume it’s less than pleased. He nods for me to walk with a quick jerk of his neck.

“Where?”

He grabs my hand and pulls me along rather violently. For the first time, I get a little scared around him.

He brings me down long hallways and I think we are going to the library again, but he takes a sharp left into a smaller room. He shuts the door and I back up against a desk, not sure what’s happening.

“What are you doing?”

He just stares at me, breathing heavily.

“I will not tell you anything,” I say, knowing what he wants to know. I’m playing with fire here. He could change on me in a split second. I brace myself, willing to use a lifeline. I should keep my mouth shut.

His jaw clenches as his dark gaze sears me. I can feel his energy. He is holding back, the veins in his neck bulging.

“I mean no harm,” I whisper.

He turns his head like he can’t stand the sight of me, his body language showing he is barely holding on to whatever restraint he has left.

Siron glances back to me and whips out his notepad, scribbling words. He hands me the note and I take it with shaking fingers.

~I feel pity for Apollo. Such lies from the lips of an angel.~

“I’m not lying. But I can understand what this looks like.” I swallow, realizing I look like a trained killer.

He writes again, then hands me the paper.

~Be warned. You will be closely watched now. Until the time I release you. Lay low if you know what’s good for you. You’re lucky I do not lock you up for your deception.~

He turns to leave.

“I saved your life!”

I bite my lip.

He turns around so fast that I gasp, hand on my throat as I am now against the wall. His lips are next to my ear, and I hear him whisper, “~Which is why you’re still alive.”~

Siron leaves me there.

I’m still shaking.

I hug myself, feeling empty inside. He used his voice, and the harsh whisper impacted me to the core.

The man hates me, that is clear. When he kissed me earlier, it must have been just out of confusion.

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