To Seduce A Siren

36. That Annoying Voice in Your Head Is Your Conscience

"What?" Isaac's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

Raz shook his head. "I know nothing of the details. He has a human mate. She's out there somewhere."

Isaac stood still for a moment as if deciding something. He nodded to the guard beside him as he moved to the door. "We're done here, lock them up."

Selene frowned. She had been sure once their use had run dry, Isaac would have killed them. The only reason to keep them alive was because they could one day be useful and he didn't think they could escape.

She tried to still the ball of dread unfurling in her stomach.

A guard shoved against her back. "Move."

Raz's head lolled down even as his ties were loosened and he was pulled to his feet.

"I don't think he can stand," Joseph called out.

The man holding Raz shrugged and pushed him. Joseph lept down to catch him before Raz's head could make contact with the stone floors.

Selene kept her composure. All while walking to the dungeons, ignoring the fact that it seemed she had walked the same hallway thrice. They all looked the same, the same stone tiles, the same torches hung on the walls, the ceiling too tall to decipher where it hung. It had the unnerving effect of walking in a doll house, walled in on all sides. Except the top where some omnipresent being watched every move.

She shook her head. She was being silly now. There was no time for her imagination to add to the spool of fear that kept spinning.

Even as she stepped inside the cell and watched Raz's heavy form thud down, she remained calm. It wasn't till the door was shut and the bolt slid in that she let her mask drop.

"Raz," Selene whispered loudly, gripping onto his shoulders - the only part of his body she could be sure wasn't bleeding. "Raz," she tried again, shaking his shoulders gently.

He let out a groan.

Finally, the panic dissipated. Her mind slowed for the first time since she'd been teleported away from Raz, allowing more than one obsessive thought in its sphere. She had got him.

Now what?

"You're okay," she said more for her benefit than his. There was no answer from Raz. She knew he could only be barely conscious.

Selene shifted his head onto her lap, probing gently to check for wounds. Her fingers were coated in what could only be his blood. She used her shirt to dab away at the worst of Raz's skull.

If Kali were here she would have laughed. All of this, to comfort someone who couldn't even feel it.

She turned away from the grim thought that this cell could be the last place she might see. There had to be a way out. She hadn't survived this long to be put down at someone's convenience.

Despite her dread, an annoying sense of assurance kept her from wailing and banging at the cell door. Or flagging down a guard to use her song on even though she knew that they had protection.

When Raz healed and woke up, things would be well.

She hated that impertinent voice. When had she begun to rely on someone? Kali would have been more likely to help. Save her for the investment of calling in an extortionate favour one day.

She should be trying to contact her!

No, the irritating voice said. How would you even go about doing that? Best to wait for Raz.

Selene let out a sigh that deflated her whole body. 

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A short chapter this time :(( but the next one is in the works