The Lost Siren: Rise of the Drakens Book 1 by Raven Storm (find a book to read .txt) 📗

Benedict threatened to kill me, and even if Kieran and Ronan didn’t want me after learning what I did. I took a deep breath, knowing what I needed to do. Sometimes the hardest, yet most effective thing anyone could do was call for help.

I tried to scream, but my throat was too dry. A pathetic warble came through my lips, and then I managed to make a high-pitched keening sound. I collapsed back onto the ground, completely spent. The cry had been my last resort, and now I was going to die up here, stranded a mile up in the air. I didn’t have any liquid left in my body for tears, so my eyes drifted shut again. If I focused hard enough, even the pain in my face and ankle didn’t bother me anymore. It would be so easy to go to sleep, wouldn’t it? No one would bother me, and I could just drift off and away…

Heavy vibrations landed around me, but I ignored them. It was time to rest.

“I don’t care what Benedict says, I won’t let her die!”

It was the kind voice...the one with the green eyes...my eye cracked open, but it was too bright.

“We have to get some blood into her, but let’s get to the cave first.”

There was an odd sensation of lifting, and flying, but that was preposterous. Then hot blood that felt glorious going down my throat, easing the pain as I greedily drank. I slid into true darkness then, tired and exhausted.

When I woke, Kieran and Ronan were next to me. I felt better, but still not completely whole. I blinked my eyes wearily.

“You came for me.”

Kieran offered me a weak smile, rubbing the back of his head.

“I would never ignore a distress call from you. It just...took a bit for us to figure out how to get to you.”

He stroked my hand, and offered me a cup of water, which I gulped down. He chuckled, and Ronan offered me another. Halfway through that one, I turned to him.

“How did you get to me?” Kieran nodded at Ronan, who blushed.

“Well, I figured if Bair got close to the edge of the mountain, maybe you were still within the mountain range, just on the outside of it rather than the inside. It was a bit terrifying leaving the cave mouth, but I was right. We can go outside if we stick to the mountain range. Benedict isn’t happy with us; keeps threatening to execute us then thanking us for saving you, then screaming at us again. In turn, I threatened to tell every draken we could leavethe cave, however limited, if he tried to ban your return. It hasn’t been fun.”

My eyes went to my lap.

“Oh. He’s told everyone then?”

Kieran grasped my hand, his gaze intense. “No, Kieran black-mailed him to keep it to himself, but he tried to tell us. It was some ridiculous story about subterfuge and the Overlord, but frankly none of it made sense. All I could get from it was something happened, and you killed Bair?”

Ronan sniffed.

“I never liked the little shit anyway.” Kieran rolled his eyes and cuffed him on the head. I stifled a small smile; these two always were able to cheer me up.

“So, you don’t hate me?”

Kieran laid a kiss to my forehead. “You are our mate; of course, we could never hate you. Why do you think Benedict is fucking crazy right now? On the one hand he wants to kill you, but on the other hand, he can’t. It’s a bit hilarious if you’re not the one he’s screaming at.” Kieran frowned.

“I thought you couldn’t mate with humans.”

Kieran shrugged.

“It’s all down to choice, isn’t it? Ronan and I choose you, and at some point, Benedict obviously did as well, even if the blockhead won’t admit it.” He paused and looked down at me with worry.

“What actually happened, if you don’t mind?”

I balled the covers in my fist, sorrow filling my heart. “Bair told Severn where the drakens are hiding.”

Kieran reared back, blinking furiously.

“That...that can’t be right.” Righteous indignation flared with me.

“I’m a liar, then?”

“No! I just...I need to go talk to Benedict.”

He practically ran from the room, leaving me alone with Ronan. I rolled my eyes, and Ronan sighed.

“That’s going to be a tough sell; Benedict is mourning his brother. He’d probably kill you if you got close now. It is wise to try and let Kieran break the news.” He looked away, deep in thought. My jaw dropped in alarm, and he waved an arm casually.

“I wouldn’t take it seriously; Kieran will talk him around. Our mateship is too new, and he’ll be forced back eventually. That is, if I don’t kill him first for ignoring your distress call.”

“What do you mean, forced back?” I asked.

“New mateships need time to settle in; the more time we spend together, the quicker it happens. Sleeping together, meals, all of it helps. Since Benedict hasn’t been around much, he’ll likely start feeling some of the negative effects. My only worry is if it will impact you at all.”

I blinked at him, tired. He patted my hand.

“How about a bath?”

I agreed and let him fuss over me. Not only did I not have a choice, but deep down, it felt nice to have someone care about you like that. I felt a stab of regret as I thought of Benedict.

“The Games have been postponed indefinitely. Benedict doesn’t want to see anyone right now.” Ronan kept up a steady stream of chatter as he filled the bath, lacing it with scented oils and herbs. It smelled divine.

“The other drakens are shook up over Bair; it would help to get your story out there so the others know you’re not a murdering psychopath like Benedict has painted. Kieran will probably do that as soon as he sees Benedict.”

Ronan easily picked me up from the bed and carried me to the bath. I stripped out of my clothes, no longer bashful about being naked