Page 19 of Song of Her Siren

Another?

“Afraid so.”

She ruffled her wings, the waning sun shining through her golden, translucent membranes.Is the city secure?

“For now, yes,” I answered, “but Mortimus was killed by the demon wyvern.”

She arched a scaled brow.Frode?

It took me a moment to remember that Beau and Frode had been the same wyvern. “He’s not Frode anymore,” I said, an ache in my chest at the thought of Tari losing one of her beloved wyverns. “He’s a demon living inside Frode’s body.”

Isa flashed her fangs, her low growl rattling the ground beneath my feet.Malvolia was unhinged before she found Mortimus.

I heaved a weary sigh. “So I’ve heard.” I couldn’t imagine my aunt being more unhinged than she’d been last I’d seen her, but I supposed we were about to find out just how much of a bitch she could become.

Radnor stomped back toward us, his hatchling trailing behind him like a kitten chasing a ball of yarn. Once the dragons reached us, Radnor glared down at me.If you’re through ignoring me, it’s time we join the others.

I squinted into the sunlight as a winged figure approached. Drae landed beside me with the dexterity of a feline jumping from a tree. “We ready?” Drae asked us.

Radnor snarled when a howl sounded from somewhere beneath the castle. I flinched, remembering our two prisoners that would have to return with us—Helian’s former betrothed, Arabella, now possessed by Empusa, a powerful demon sorceress, and our brave wyvern friend, Enso, who was being possessed by the tricky demon, Nox. Goddess help us all. How was I going to get the demons out of them without killing them?

I whistled for my niece. “Aurora, darling. It’s time to go.”

She bounded up to me as if she hadn’t a care in the world. I sucked in a hiss when I saw the red welts running up her arms. After we rid Wolfy of his fleas and stench, we’d probably have to burn our clothes.

“We’ll get your mommy to heal your itchies,” I said as I took Aurora in my arms. “You’ll have to bring one dragon at a time and then return for the prisoners.”

Let’s hurry.Radnor’s grumble echoed in my skull.I don’t like being separated from my mate and hatchling.

I glared sideways at the drake. Goddess forbid Radnor be separated from his mate and child for five whole seconds, while I wouldn’t see Nikkos and Blaze for days or even weeks. And to think, we’d have to put up with a grumpy dragon in addition to tiptoeing around Aunt Malvolia’s moods while also battling demons. This shouldn’t be hard at all.

Chapter Four

Shirina

After dropping offthe dragons and our demon-possessed prisoners, we finally teleported back to my parents’ bedchamber, landing on the outside veranda, the cool northern air billowing my skirts around me and whipping my hair in my face. I inhaled the pungent smells of the sea. The briny air wasn’t as comforting as the woodsy smell of Abyssus, and I already missed our southern home.

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