Shadows Before the Sun by Kelly Gay

Author:Kelly Gay
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Pocket Books

12

He wasn’t surprised by much these days, but the Circe coming back into his cell was an unwelcomed surprise. His neck was freed and he was lifted to face them, held up by two sirens on either side of him.

Dizziness made the Circe’s faces blend into one and then separate into six. Funny, that.

Except he was hungry and being upright made his stomach turn like one of those fun house rides at Stone Mountain. Fuck. He was going to hurl.

His body lurched and he dry heaved at their feet. There was nothing to come out but spit and bile; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten.

The Circe stepped back. He laughed at them.

“Niérian is much stronger than we thought.”

“Perhaps better used in other ways, sisters.”

“This human will be our leverage. We must know her secrets.”

“Shall we torture her first?”

“Surely she will break much quicker than a son of Elekti-Kairos.”

“Surely.” One of the bitches grabbed his face. “What is she to you, Malakim?”

“Release me, witch, and after I dismember you and strangle you with your own guts, I’ll have mercy and throw your remains into the sea.” He grinned at her, wanting her to fight him, wanting to lash out, even if it killed him. He wanted her death so badly, he could taste it.

She smiled at him. A beautiful smile. Evil to the core. Her grip tightened and then she looked down at his chest where he had clawed the marking. “You are linked to this human.”

“Yes, but how are you linked?” another one said, which made him frown in confusion.

“He doesn’t remember.”

He hated that they spoke of him like this, so plainly, as though he did not exist. He struggled against the guards. “He is right here, morons.”

For that he received a punch in the stomach by one of the guards, followed by an uppercut to the jaw. Without support, his legs were too weak to hold him and he collapsed onto the floor. Onto his back. He screamed in pain and rolled to his side, the shock of it stealing his breath, and then the kick to his back sent him to blackness.

He came to on his back, his entire body humming with pain; three faces stared down at him, chanting in the most beautiful melody and tone he had ever heard. Each reached down and touched him with their pointer finger. One on the forehead, one on the left temple, and the other on the right temple.

Bright light blinded him. And then he saw flashes. Of the woman in his dreams. But these visions, they conflicted with the ones he’d had before. Of her sitting on a couch . . .

“Do you love him?” someone, a female, asked her.

“No.”

Then other visions, bits and pieces of her, laughing at him, thinking him dim-witted and slow. Using him to get what she wanted. He heard himself groan. He didn’t like these things. These confusing things that somehow had the power to hurt him.

“Who wouldn’t want a siren in their bed?” the Circe’s voice echoed inside of his head.

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