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She stepped onto the balcony of her second-floor bedroom. Her room faced Yangliu Lake, making it easy for her to sneak out. Jed’s master bedroom was situated on the opposite side of the mansion, overlooking the courtyard. Across the vast courtyard were the modern homes of the Chicago suburbs’ high society. Many Lam family members, including several of Lucienne’s cousins, the failed Siren candidates, dwelled there. Sometimes, she envied their modern conveniences—their home theater system, game rooms, and upgraded flush toilets. Red Mansion, the traditional home of the Sirens, was beautiful but hopelessly antiquated.

With the assistance of an automatic bat hook, Lucienne reached the study in the west wing. Supported by the cable, she used the opportunity to take in the Lam’s premises, built in the Roman platinum style. From this vantage point, she couldn’t see the avant-garde apartment complex that served as their guesthouse, and where Vladimir slept, but she had a view of the ranch to the west near a long extended runway. Jed’s ‘86 eight-seat jet sat in a structure nearby. This was just one of the many aspects of the Lam Empire that she was going to inherit one day.

The hook continued to lift her, until she spotted the statue of an immortal Siren riding a phoenix at the east corner of the red-roofed mansion. Lucienne wondered if any of her ancestors ever imagined that the last Siren would be a girl, a girl riding the ancient mythical beast.

Using her toe to nudge open a window, Lucienne slithered through and landed inside the Siren’s study. She withdrew the hook and navigated in the dark toward the inner study. The furniture in the study—English chairs, Italian bookshelves, German desks, and even French curtains—represented different fashions from different time periods on the European continent.

Lucienne reached the windowless inner study. She switched on the light and pulled out a disguise kit from a hidden vault behind a painting. Applying contact lenses, a wig, and heavy eye shadow, Lucienne morphed into a shapely blonde. Looking into a hand-held mirror, she batted her big blue eyes under heavy eyelashes.

After transforming into her alter ego, she threw on a tight-fitting club dress. Lucienne entered a secret passage through a closet. Only Sirens knew of these web-like tunnels, which granted quick and secret access to parts of the west wing of the Red Mansion.

A mile and a half away from the Lam’s complex, Lucienne exited the tunnel and was deposited inside a storehouse. She hopped into a Jaguar sports car and as the gate rolled up, she gunned the engine and sped out onto the streets of Chicagoland.

Lucienne strolled into bar looking for her first frog. She hadn’t even finished her first drink before she lured a twenty something into the dark alley behind the bar. She knew he couldn’t believe his stroke of luck, already rehearsing how he’d brag to his friends about his hookup as he squeezed her thighs. Lucienne grabbed his collar and stuck her tongue into his mouth.

She fled the alleyway as the man collapsed near a dumpster, thrashing. The sound of his scream chased her even after she had run away.

Lucienne was devastated, but held out hope that this was still a coincidence. She found her second target in a hip nightclub. She set her sight on the hottest teenage boy on the dance floor. His fate wasn’t any better, when they disappeared into a back room.

Lucienne returned to the Red Mansion, shivering. Without removing her makeup, she crawled into bed, pulling the quilt over her head and willing the darkness to swallow her and this cursed day.

As her heavy eyelids finally closed, a commotion from outside snapped them open. Lucienne bolted upright, her hand yanking out her whip from under her pillow.

The grandfather clock on the wall struck quarter past three. Outside the window, the sky was low and gloomy. February wind carried hushed voices, urgent footsteps, and screeching tires. Was it Vladimir? Had he failed to survive the venom from her lips? Was Kian forced to carry his body out of the Lams’ property and dump it somewhere at this god-forsaken hour?

Her panic made it hard to breathe. Throwing on an overcoat and wrapping the whip around her wrist, Lucienne pulled the door open. Jonas was positioned outside.

“Jonas?” she asked, blood still pounding in her ears.

“Miss Lam, you’ll have to stay in your room.” Jonas blocked her. “Please.”

“What’s going on?” she demanded. “What are those noises?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Just go back to sleep.”

“How dare you talk to me that way!” Lucienne looked icily at the guard. “I’ll have your head on a plate.”

“Forgive me if I offended you, Miss Lam.” Jonas bowed his head. “My job is to keep you safe.”

“And part of keeping me safe is to inform me of what you know to the best of your ability when I demand it.”

“Master Lam was injured. They’re taking him to the operating room.”

Part of her felt relieved—Vladimir was okay—but the other part sank at the sad tidings. “Where’s Kian?”

“Mr. McQuillen is with Master Lam. He wants me to guard you here.”

“I’m going to see my grandfather, and you’ll accompany me.” There was undeniable supremacy in her voice.

“Yes, Miss Lam.”

Lucienne broke into a run down the corridor and shot downstairs. Jonas was at her heels, trying to keep up. Soon Lucienne was out of the mansion and past the exotic plants of the surrounding garden.

When Lucienne entered the courtyard, she saw a grim-looking Kian and a medic carrying a stretcher. Jed lay on it, hooked to an oxygen tank, blood staining his cashmere coat.

A tight grief and anger crammed Lucienne’s throat. Ever since she was crowned Siren, Jed had given all he had to smooth her transition. He put the family’s future in her hands when almost everyone resisted. He never faltered and never showed weakness. This was the first time she had seen the old man so fragile. Lucienne’s fury burned. Whoever did this to her grandfather would pay!

The men pushed the gurney into an armored ambulance. Lucienne shot into the back before it closed. Kian snapped his head to her. “You should stay in your room. It’s safer.”