“And so it wakes,” I said, my voice
her head jerked to the side, eyes widening. I saw myself reflected in them, so
wide with horror and fear.
craned, her eyes bulged, her body twisted, and she parted her lips. “Let me go.”
The magic in those words was
incredible. I was halfway to the bed, reaching for her restraints when my
instinct roared to life, halting my steps. I took just a moment to revel in my
strength, to feel a rare sense of pride in what I was, when I so often resorted
to self-loathing every damn day.
temples to get rid of the magical effects of her words, I growled, “That’s not
going to work.”
nothing, her eyes narrowing in confusion and disbelief. Surely no one had ever
been able to resist her before. Perhaps she was wondering what I was.
Your worst nightmare, siren.
She tried a
different command. “Untie me.”
twitched with want to obey her. To obey the magic flowing through the air and
into me, but I clenched my fists and shook my head. “You can keep trying,
siren, but you won’t control me.”
furrowed. Slowly she sat up in bed, her warm autumn hair falling around her
shoulders. Her fear was tangible, thick in the room like a fog, but curiosity
was there too.
have a question, you can ask,” I told her, not liking her fear, like I was the bad guy here, not the girl
who’d caused a man twice her size to scream bloody murder. “Your voice doesn’t
work on me, siren.”
twitched in her restraints, and she slowly moved her legs to hang over the bed,
her toes brushing the carpet. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
within it aside, her voice was nice, lilting, and not so abnormal. If I had to
place it, she sounded a bit like a chorus girl. Melodic, but not too airy—strong
that’s what you are,” I answered evenly. Did she not know? Or was she just
trying to fool me? No…she couldn’t be that good of an actress. The fear and
confusion in her eyes were real. So maybe she understood what she was able to do, but not why she was able to do it.
Shit. This was going to be hard to
Why do you need to tell her anything? a
little voice in my head said. She’s a
know what that is,” she said finally.
her form, trying to determine what she was thinking. Her hands were shaking and
her skin was pale. If she were completely innocent, she might be demanding why
she was taken like this, but she seemed to know why. She definitely knew her own
“A siren is
a creature with powers that allow them to exert their will over others using
just their voice. In old texts, they were monsters that lured sailors to their
in a small breath as her hands twisted against her restraints. The rope bristling
against her skin was loud in the quiet room, while the sounds from the waking
city were deadened by the window glass.
saying I’m a…”
yes.” The faster she accepted this as truth, the easier it would be.
furrowed in anger, fingers curling into fists. “I am not a monster.”