The Siren's Song (Feysand son x Rowaelin daughter) ✔️

Chapter 8

Lyria slid into her bed and nearly purred at the warmness. She snuggled deeper into the mattress and hugged the sheets around her tighter. Mmmmmmmmm....

She exhaled and let her eyes droop close lazily. The key turned in the lock. Her door swung open slowly. She has fixed the hinges just enough that a creak echoed through the room. She became hyper aware. No one had a key to her place, she made extra sure of that. She forced herself to lie still, limbs loose. She lay, every sense straining. Multiple soft footsteps approached the bed. She slid a hand under pillow and panic surged through her when she didn't find her blade. Shit. She had left it by her chair. Closer the footsteps came, closer, closer-

Now! She whipped around and tried to launch a backwards sweeping kick, but her leg was trapped in the duvet. She counted two-three men and one of them lunged for her. She twisted out the way but the duvet got caught in her legs and she struggled out of it. A steel hand grasped her ankle and she flipped on her back and hammered a kick to his shoulder. He went down and she took the time to jump off the bed in the direction of the chair. Bastards had taken her weapons. A flash of movement was the only warning before a fist smashed into her arm. It had been aiming for her head but she had dodged in time. It still hurt like hell though. Lyria answered with a kick that was blocked by another man, how many were there? Oh god she had seriously underestimated this, there were eight at least. Oh shit, shit shit shit shit shit! They formed a semi circle around her, blocking her only exit about from the window, but that was twenty feet to the ground. The middle man drew a long sword and the others follow his example. Lyria bit her lip. There was no way she'd win. She wasn't wearing any armour and they had her weapons. The signs of a panic attack started and her breathing quickened, she was trapped. She tried using her magic as they started forward but it wasn't bloody working. She couldn't calm down enough for it to work. Making a split second decision, she ran and dived through the window. Glass shattered around her and tore into her skin, for a second she was weightless, then her stomach flew into her mouth as she rushed to the ground. Lyria braced herself and rolled to stand up, the shards of glass burrowing further in. She winced and stood up. Warm blood coated her in so many places she wasn't sure where the glass had cut her. All shallow cuts though. She staggered away from the window. A dark figure filled the shape before someone jumped out after her. Oh for fucks sake...She cursed as the rest of the gang followed. Surely she hadn't pissed off that many people...

"HELP!" She screamed at the empty street. No one answered and her heart dropped.