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Story: The Siren
“That’s not my blood,” Lucienne said.
“What about the scratches on your left shoulder?” Ashburn asked.
She did feel slight burning there, but how did he know? Her collar covered it.
“Lucienne?” Kian asked anxiously, walking toward her.
“Just some scratches, Kian.”
“They’re not just some scratches,” Kian said. “They could become infected.” He pulled out his radio and ordered the medics to speed up.
“You’re worse than Vladimir.” Lucienne shook her head, remembering when Vladimir had a gash above his eyebrow and Kian said, “A small wound is nothing for a warrior.”
Then she saw a strange light flickering in Ashburn’s eyes as he heard her mention Vladimir. She held his gaze for a moment and pulled hers away before the heat burned the fuse.
Violet watched, her green eyes turning the shade of a dark, menacing forest.
Prince Felix opened the door and sauntered out of the Fury house, stretching his limbs and yawning. “It’s a shame I missed all the excitement.”
“You’re a piece of work, prince,” Lucienne said.
“Back at you, Queen Lucienne.” Prince Felix smirked, then cringed, probably recalling how she had humiliated him, but then he grinned again. “I’d have opened the door for you if you weren’t with Ashburn the Extra.” He looked at her boldly. “In fact, I’d do just about anything for you. You’re the most fine-looking girl I’ve ever seen.”
Vladimir would beat the crap out of this brat if he were here,Lucienne thought, but she didn’t want to bother with the prince right now. She turned away from the blond boy, only to find Ashburn glaring at the psychopath. A dark storm rolled inside Ashburn’s eyes.
Lucienne had seen what the Eye of Time could do. She didn’t want Ashburn’s anger running wild, at least not yet. She laid a hand on his arm above his wrist. As their skin touched, a delicious feeling buzzed through Lucienne’s body. To her, his skin was like honey to a bee. Light swam in Lucienne’s champagne colored eyes, and she let the sensation rock her. Ashburn’s full attention snapped to her, a raptured expression rippling across his unearthly gorgeous face. “Necisenous,” he whispered, his fingers curved around hers.
‘Necisenous’ must be part of their native tongue, and it sounded like music in Lucienne’s ears. Her half-shut eyes widened a little, moving onto Ashburn’s soft, sculptured lips.
“No, Ash!” Violet lunged, catching Ashburn’s hand, her other hand brushing Lucienne from his arm. “Don’t you see, Ash?” Violet pleaded. “She’s trying to bewitch you. She’s not your darling!”
So ‘necisenous’ meant darling in the Nirvana tongue.
Her face flaming, Lucienne said, “I was only trying to tell Ashburn the medics are tending to his parents.”
“Thank you, Queen Lucienne. I’ll be with them,” Ashburn said politely and moved toward his parents, away from Lucienne.
The prince glared at Ashburn’s departing figure. “Be careful, Queen Lucienne. Ashburn the Extra is more deceptive, dangerous, and vicious than he appears. I’m speaking from personal experience.”
“Whatever,” Lucienne said in a suddenly dark tone. She headed toward Kian, wanting to be among her own people.
King Henry followed her. “The gods’ light has come back. Where’s the gods’ token?”
“The gods’ token isn’t supposed to be seen by mortals,” Lucienne said. “The lights have come back, which means the gods’ token has been returned to the gods.”
“How?” the king asked.
“The gods’ affairs aren’t for mortals to know either,” Lucienne said. “Just enjoy the benefits.”
“Then when are you going back to your land? Your mission is accomplished, Queen Lucienne. Your people need you at home. Your land can’t be without its queen.”
“My land and my people are fine,” Lucienne said. “As for when I should leave Nirvana, only the gods can decide. Now, we should both leave the Furys in peace.”
After the king and his guards left, Kian ordered two commandos to guard the Fury house. Lucienne and the rest of the warriors returned to their encampment in Hell Gate.
“What’s going on between you and the Fury kid?” Kian asked when they were alone in her tent.
“Is it that obvious?” Lucienne sighed.
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