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

Chapter 10

Everything felt heavy. She was in a bed, that much she was sure of. Soft pillows cushioned her head gently and a cool duvet lay draped over her. It wasn't warm like her duvet at he-shit. She remembered the events in blurs. The men tried to kill her, but then there was another and then she thought she saw Casteel, maybe she was dreaming. Lyria opened her eyes and lifted her hand to rub at them. Her shoulder ached at the movement and she winced. It had a thick bandage wrapped around it. A movement to her side drew her attention to Casteel. He was sitting in a small hospital chair, staring at her. The rest of his body was still but his eyes scanned her up and down. It reminded her of how her Dad use to scan her for injuries. Had he been watching her sleep? Ummmmm....

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards. Where were his wings? Did she imagine that too?

"Are you OK?"

"I think so, were you the one who saved me?" She didn't feel like adding 'again' on but his eyes glinted with amusement.

"Getting straight to the point? Yes, it was me. I got your mental call for help," Just like that his expression darkened, "I winnowed over as soon as I could. They were hired assassins from Seth's family."

"Apparently they don't take well to being humiliated in public."

"They won't anymore when I go and slaughter their entire family." Casteel said bitterly and Lyria felt a tingle go down her spine. Oh god that was such a disturbing statement, why did she find it hot?

Casteel grinned at her then, a wolf's grin and his violet eyes smouldered as they gazed at her. Wait a minute-

"I'm a Daementi." He told her.

"A what?"

"I can read minds." He winked at her and she went pale. She snapped down her mental shields that her Mum had made her perfect, just in case she met someone like Maeve. Casteel threw back his head and laughed.

"That's a cute little defence you got going there. Don't worry I'll stay out of your head." Lyria frowned and rolled her eyes. She started to slip the covers off her and yelped as she realised she was only in a bra and pants. She pulled the covers tightly around her.

"Can you get me clothes? Did you change me?"

"No the doctors did, also there are some clothes on the other chair." Casteel got up smoothly and stopped by the door.

"I'll wait for you outside." She nodded.

Once the door had shut Lyria leaned over to the chair and plucked up the bundle of clothes. A pair of shorts, large t-shirt and a plain belt. Lyria put the shirt on and it ended mid thigh which was good because the shorts were about five sizes too big. She would have been offended if they weren't men's clothes. After many unsuccessful attempts to tie the shorts around her waist, even with the belt, she abandoned them and tied the belt around her waist to hold the shirt down. She didn't want to be hauling up the shorts every five seconds, plus she looked badass like this.

She crept towards the hall, footsteps silent. Voices could be heard from within and she paused at the threshold. She assessed the room and the people in it. Two males with big wings similar to Casteel's, both were laden with weapons and had huge muscles. Warriors. Every inch of them. Reminding her of her Father and his Cadre. The one with longer hair moved more brutishly, she was definitely quicker. The other, she wasn't sure. Shadows swirled around him. Nothing she had ever seen before. She mentally pulled up the fights her Dad had made her do against opponents with magic. Was it like fighting someone with air magic? She was not going to be unprepared like last time.

There was a blond female in a gorgeous red dress, long enough to contain a thigh sheath for a small dagger. She was wearing heels though, which would be hard to fight in. Next was a black haired male that looked so much like Casteel that she took a double take. Next to him was a brown haired female and the power radiating from them was....immense wasn't a good enough word. They looked at each other like her parents did so they were either mated or very much in love. Judging by the diamond ring on one of her fingers she guessed the previous. There was a weakness there that she could use.

Casteel was chatting to the couple so she assumed they were his parents. She suddenly remembered seeing the group from outside the arena! Dang it, if they had watched, they had probably analysed her fighting technique. Or at least tried too. Lyria had made sure not to fight with her full potential so she would have some sort of advantage if it turned to a fight. She doubted she could take them all on at once so she would have to find a way to fight them one by one and split them up.

"Are you going to come in or just stand there staring at us, girl?" The voice startled her and she caught sight of a small woman sitting to the far wall. There was something about her that just said power.

Lyria smirked and stalked smoothly into the room, like a panther. The conversations stopped and everyone turned to her. Lyria leaned on the wall and made a note of which weapon was the closest. She didn't like being in a room full of powerful people with no weapons. She felt vulnerable.

"Good evening." Casteel's father said and she almost laughed. It sounded so mundane compared to the evening she had had. She bowed her had slightly in answer, not taking her eyes of the warriors slightly behind her.

"What's your name?" He continued and she crossed her arms. She stared at him for a second suspiciously and didn't answer. He grinned and one of the males laughed.

"We already know you're name Lyria, Casteel told us. I was just being polite. Don't worry, we are not your enemies. You can relax." He assured her and her gaze flicked to Casteel who nodded briefly at her. His eyes travelled up and down her leisurely and she fought the urge to hit him. Instead she grinned back, a sadistic smirk. His eyes gleamed with delight.

"Who are you?" She asked, not moving from her position on the wall. She didn't care if they said they weren't enemies, she wasn't risking anything. He looked a bit confused with her question.

"I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court." Lyria's mouth dropped open and she stepped forward instinctively.

"You're kidding me."