Rebel Tides by Krys Fenner & Livi Luciana & Nikki Haras

Author:Krys Fenner & Livi Luciana & Nikki Haras
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sirens, dragon shfiters, dragons, destiny, fate
Publisher: Two Realms Publishing
Published: 2022-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

“Open up, it’s me.”

The door to Seru’s room swept inward, an unseen wind welcoming the siren inside. Seru sat at the edge of the bed, huddled in a blanket. His dark hair was a tousled mess, but his gray eyes appeared refreshed and clear. He greeted Thalasia with a sheepish smile and nod.

Aurelia leaned forward from where she’d been holding up the far wall. In an instant, she seized the opportunity proffered by his distraction to snatch the object from his grasp.

Stepping inside, Thalasia offered a small nod back to Seru. She closed the door behind her and tossed the cloak on the opposite bed. “What was that?”

“A prize.”—Seru drew out the word, inciting a snort from Aurelia— “the matriarch lifted from the friend she made at the bar.” The barest hints of amusement tinted his tone. “I hope your quest fared better.”

Shaking her head, Thalasia stepped further into the room and cringed. “Aside from Aurelia’s scene, yes, I managed to get the information promised.”

Aurelia turned the thing over in her hands, inspecting every crevice in the flickering candle light. The long wooden object’s smooth surface contained a number of carved intricacies. Painstakingly beautiful craftsmanship. But still, nothing more than a pipe.

“It appears the leprechaun smokes.” The corner of Seru’s mouth twitched as he beheld Aurelia’s continued inspection of the simple everyday object.

She cast him a nasty glare, her lips unfurling to reveal her pointed fangs. “Who conceals a pipe?” Aurelia asked him, not for the first time.

Seru managed to return to a more neutral demeanor before rising to his feet, albeit a bit unsteady. Both women shot him concerned glances. He waved them off, securing the blanket around his shoulders to conceal his still—bare chest. “An old man seeking relief from his maladies, perhaps?”

Thalasia groaned and dragged a hand through her blue locks. She tugged at the hem of the too-short blue dress. “You stole that from the leprechaun. Great, just great.”

Noting Thalasia’s sudden discomfort, Seru offered her the blanket and averted his gaze in hopes of keeping Aurelia’s commentary to a minimum. He had little doubt as to who’d selected the night’s attire.

“He had his grubby mitts all over my dress, so don’t go feeling too sorry for him. I even paid that frigid wench manning the bar while leaving that ridiculous establishment fully intact. I call that generous.”

Hesitantly, Thalasia sought the comfort Seru offered.

“Yes,” Seru turned toward Aurelia, his words dripping with sarcasm, “Generous is by far the most apt choice for exposing your powers while simultaneously agitating the townspeople, whom—in case you’ve forgotten—we need on our side.”

“And what did you find in that glorious black abyss behind your eyelids while we were gone?” Aurelia challenged. “Nothing, that’s what!”

Seru offered a weary sigh in response. He rested his head in his hand, shaking it in disbelief. Would she ever learn?

“Yeah, well, the barkeep made it clear if you can’t keep your powers in check, we aren’t welcome back.” Thalasia smirked.

Aurelia turned to Thalasia, her fists finding her hips.

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