The Lost Siren by Raven Storm

Author:Raven Storm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raven Storm

Chapter

Eleven

I snuck out of bed early the next morning, leaving Kieran and Ronan snoring gently underneath the silk covers. I quickly donned a pair of the breeches Georg got me and a red dress that would be more fairly described as a shirt for how short it was. The sheaths went on one thigh and my upper arm, and then I slid on my boots. After a moment’s thought I attached a small sword to my waist as well, a gift from Ronan after the debacle in the training room. Today I had one goal. I was going to talk to Bair.

My nerves were frayed as I slipped out of my rooms. It was early, since breakfast had yet to be served. If Benedict found me sneaking around, it was unlikely he’d be pleased. Where was Georg when I needed him? He could probably navigate these halls with his eyes closed. The halls went on for long stretches before converging at crossroads, where more passages stretched on into the darkness. It was impossible to navigate, and I feared getting lost.

“Wandering dark halls alone?”

I jerked, and D’Arcy melted from the shadows, blocking the path ahead of me. I would not show him fear. “I can tell you’re related to Benedict, since you both prefer to skulk around in the dark.”

He barked out a short laugh, his black tunic effective camouflage in the dim lighting. I wondered again what the full story was behind his deadly brush with white magic. I straightened, refusing to be the same scared girl he met my first night here.

“I’m looking for Bair, actually. Can you assist me?”

D’Arcy’s head tilted to the side, and his lips parted in surprise. “Taken to him, have you?”

I shrugged, noncommittal. “He intrigues me. He has many . . . ideas.”

D’Arcy’s eyes sparked in interest, and he held out his arm to me. I didn’t really want to take it but decided to play nice.

“Bair has always been more levelheaded than Benedict. What were some of these ideas he had?”

His sudden interest and polite demeanor had me on guard. “Sabien should be able to tell you. They’re friends, aren’t they?”

D’Arcy walked at a brisk pace, unconcerned with whether I could keep up or not. Just another small thing that made him different from my men. Benedict could be an ass but was at least a polite ass. Usually. Sometimes.

“Sabien is not nearly as pragmatic as Bair. That boy gets the wrong ideas. I am surprised Bair puts up with him.”

D’Arcy didn’t seem on good terms with his own son. I made a mental note of that.

“He performed admirably at the last trial. I enjoyed meeting him very much.”

Flattery never hurt anyone, right?

D’Arcy’s chest did stick out for a moment, followed by a scowl. “He’s still lost.”

I had nothing to say to that, so we fell into an uneasy silence.

After a moment, D’Arcy leaned into me, much too close for my comfort. “Most of the drakens are preparing for the next task, which is where you should be.

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