Page 107 of Song of Her Siren

Chapter Seventeen

Gordin

Gordin swallowed backbile while preparing to meet with the disgusting hag he’d been blood-bound to serve for too many miserable decades. How he loathed her, especially her hideous third eye, her distended belly, grotesque canine’s maw, and her talons for feet. All other demons had assumed the bodies of the Fae, which were far more pleasing to the eye. His mistress had retained her ugly Lamatsu body. He prayed the mistress didn’t order him to fuck her, for he didn’t know if he could get hard enough to penetrate her rancid crotch.

Exhaling a slow breath, he pushed aside the curtain to her cavernous chambers. He snarled at the naked human meals chained to the wall that quivered like frightened mice as he strode toward her bedchamber and loudly cleared his throat.

“Enter,” she cackled, her voice reminding him of a frail old human’s. He secretly hoped she was dying. Then he wouldn’t be forced to serve her, and he could disappear deep in the human lands, where the demon king wouldn’t find him.

He found her tucked away in her bed, the covers drawn to her furry neck while she leaned against the iron frame, all three eyes watching him as if she was contemplating turning him into her next meal.

“Mistress.” Tucking his wings behind him, he bowed while holding out the jug of pig blood, not as strong as Fae or human blood, but she didn’t need to know from what or how he’d procured it. “I have brought you some fresh virgin blood to help you recover.”

“Leave it.” She waved toward the small table beside the bed. “What news from your spies?” Her voice sounded strained, as if she struggled for breath.

Good. Lady Arabella Viggo was stronger than they’d predicted, severely injuring his mistress before escaping and taking the white witch’s children with her. He had hoped the mistress would’ve died that day, but she still clung to life.

After setting the pig blood on the table beside her bed, he took several steps back. “One of the white witches is with Queen Malvolia.”

Her face contorted, that third eye pulsing like a heartbeat. “Which one?”

He struggled to find his voice, fearing she’d direct her anger at him. “The siren.”

She sat up in bed while letting the covers fall, revealing her saggy breasts that looked like two stockings filled with rocks. “Where is the other, the healer?”

Bile burned his throat when he recounted all the times he’d been forced to fuck such a hideous creature. “The healer disappeared, along with the dragons, the prince, and the children.”

“To where?”

“We assume they’ve gone to Cyrene,” he answered while dread ratcheted up his spine. He feared her reaction when he told her about the one they called The Darkness. “Three of their mates were involved in a battle against the dragons.”

“Did they survive?”

“We don’t know yet.” He cleared his throat while trying not to peer into her eyes. “We also have reports that the healer and Queen Malvolia are at war with one another.”

“Good.” She steepled her fingers, licking her lips with a forked tongue. “Their internal battles will make it easier for us to defeat them.”

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