Page 98 of Song of Her Siren

My knees quaked in relief when he answered.I’m coming.

I backed up toward another set of doors that hopefully led to land. “I should go.”

Radnor’s roar echoed above the temple.

The queen arched a brow while toying with her pebbled nipples. “Then, why haven’t you?”

Bolting for the door, I didn’t have the courage to answer. Her laughter echoed behind me like I was being chased by a scourge of demon fire.

Damn that bitch! She’d gone too far. Radnor was right. We had to get out of here before Malvolia killed us or we killed her.

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Tari

IWOKE TO HELIAN CRAWLINGbeneath the blankets beside me and burying his face in my hair. Water dripped from his hair onto my nightdress. Had he gone to the bathhouse?

I rolled into his embrace, my eyes slowly opening. Though his face was always slightly reddened by the wind, his cheeks were more flushed than usual. “Did you enjoy your flight?”

“Not really.” He averted his gaze. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go to sleep.”

Arching back, I pushed on his chest, forcing him to look at me. “Helian, what’s wrong?”

His flush deepened. “Nothing.”

“Helian.” I sat up, frowning. Now he had me worried. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing.” He patted the mattress. “Lie down. I’ll be fine.”

I let out a huff when he closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. I slipped from the covers, ignoring Helian when he called me back. Clenching my teeth at the sting of the chilly night air, I hurried across the terrace, scowling at the dragons in the garden below. Radnor was pacing, his tail furiously knocking down trees while steam poured from his snout. Isa sat off to the side, Triss tucked beneath her wing while she warily eyed her mate.

“Tari, come back to bed,” Helian called from the terrace doors.

Gripping the stone railing, I called to the dragons. “Radnor, what happened?”

Helian was beside me in an instant, tugging on my arm. “It doesn’t matter.” He had a pleading look in his eyes, reminding me of the girls begging for more tarts. “You need your rest.”

Radnor glared at us, his nostrils flaring.The horny old queen was at the bathhouse.

Iron solidified my veins. “What?”

“Radnor,” Helian said, “that’s enough.”

I shook Helian off me. “No,” I called to Radnor, “tell me.”

The ridge on the dragon’s spine stood up like an angry feline’s fur.She tried to seduce Helian.

Cursing, Helian tossed his hands into the air. “Why would you upset her?”

She needs to know.Radnor kicked up the dirt beneath his paw.The wicked whore won’t stop, and neither you nor Tari are safe in her presence.

Rage pumped through me as magic slowly swelled my veins. “That’s it! I’m blasting her to hell!”

Helian lunged for me, spinning me into his arms. “No, you’re not!”

“Helian!” I struggled out of his grip. “Let me go!” Then I froze when dark, ominous laughter echoed behind us.

Helian released me like I was a hot coal as we both faced our nemesis. Malvolia was clad in nothing but a black silk robe, the curves of her breasts and hips clearly visible beneath the flimsy fabric. She toweled her wet hair while walking up to us with an air of casual indifference.

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