Ravaged

Chapter 19

Feng is still preoccupied with the siren's beautiful body several hours later, and doesn't see that changing for several more hours.

Unfortunately, a commotion from downstairs--and outside--catches his attention.

He lifts his head from her neck, sending his senses down the stairs. Ten dragons and their riders have surrounded the Seaside Inn. Three of the Riders are inside, harassing the innkeeper as they ask questions--questions about a pale haired man, a girl with bandages, and a woman covered in tattoos.

Brilliant.

They must have figured out that Feng managed to get ahold of Yevi. A quick check reveals that the little Yveneth snake is asleep in a pocket of his Echo jacket, thrown across the couch closest to the fireplace in the main room of the suite.

"Bored already?" The siren asks, drawing Feng's attention again. He debates for half a second, then gives her a quick kiss before rolling off the bed.

"Not at all," he says easily, "but we have to go." The last thing he needs is another fight with the idiot Dragon Riders. If he had his abilities, he'd just go out and crush them all, but if he does that now getting rid of them will take time and energy he doesn't have--not to mention that it will destroy half the city.

Isa, he calls, reaching for her mind again.

She responds slowly, irritation sparking across the link. What? The siren too much for you?

Feng ignores the jibe and the fact that Isa is currently occupied in Rohan's bed. The Dragon Riders are here and I can't teleport us, an Inkflare would take too long. Despite the nature of his words, Feng's tone is calm, almost lazy, as he pulls on his clothes calmly.

So kill them all, she says dismissively, not bothering to hide the fact that she's gone back to kissing Rohan.

"Here," he says aloud, tossing his shirt to the siren.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She asks, lifting it with two fingers as if disgusted.

I would, Feng tells Isa with a mental smirk, except for the little problem that we're in a town full of people and me without my powers is rather destructive.

"Wear it," he says dryly to the siren, then heads for Skylar's room.

Aww, you care, Isa mutters sarcastically. A sigh echoes through the link. Five minutes.

If we die, I'm blaming you. Not that he can die, but he doesn't know how long it will take the Riders to get up here. While Feng wouldn't mind killing a few of them--in fact, he'd enjoy that--he'd rather not disturb Skylar's rest. She gets so little of it as is, and this situation hardly warrants worry or even action.

A simple request and Isa will have them far away. The Riders are a mere annoyance and not worth Feng's time.

Feng picks Skylar's daggers up off the floor and puts them in the waistband of his pants, then walks to the bed. She looks so... peaceful, in sleep. Feng half wishes he did think of her as a daughter, because that at least would explain the urge he feels to protect her.

With a wry grin, he scoops her carefully into his arms, then moves into the main room. After a quick glance around, he shifts Sky gently to one arm, her head cradled in his neck, and uses his free hand to pick up the two travel sacks and the fiddle case. He slings them over one shoulder as the siren strolls into the room.

She looks amused, and hasn't put on his shirt. Downstairs, the innkeeper is keeping the Riders occupied, denying any knowledge of Feng and his companions. It almost makes him like the man, even if the action is unnecessary.