My breath sawed violently through my lungs, as Iian’s hand clamped down on my sister’s arm. I could see the dawning comprehension on her face. Color drained from her cheeks, her rosebud lips opening wide as if she might scream. “Don’t make a scene Lis,” I cut her off and she twisted to me in surprise.
If I knew anything at all, it was that I would never come out ahead in this situation. Felicity believed in common decency and order. Felicity believed that if she made a big enough fuss, they would have no choice but to let me go. That this room full of people would come to her defense. That might have been true were she alone with two men. That might have been true if there weren’t two Magistrates sitting at our table. And most especially, that might have been true if I weren’t a Siren.
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