The Lost Siren: Rise of the Drakens Book 1 Raven Storm (books for 8th graders .TXT) 📖

short sword from his scabbard. He had his eyes closed, so I was able to silently lift the blade and set it behind me with him none the wiser. I waited for him to break the kiss, every second agonizing. He was rough and uncaring, unconcerned with how I didn’t seem to enjoy it at all. So unlike, and yet like his brother.

Finally, he pulled away. I found my voice, throwing my hand behind me to subtly grip the sword.

“You would sell out your entire race? For what? Riches? Wealth?”

He blanched, having thought me in agreement with him.

“To not be massacred like pigs!” He roared back. I stumbled backwards, spreading my body to further cover the sword. His fear didn’t make sense, unless...unless—

“You told the Overlord where the drakens are, didn’t you? Severn didn’t know until you crawled to him like a dog, offering whatever information you could to save your own sorry ass! Benedict wouldn’t be that stupid; if he met someone here it was to throw them off the scent!”

Bair advanced on me, his fangs flashing. I held my ground; I couldn’t let him see the sword.

“That’s not true!” He roared. “Severn already knew! He HAD to have known, otherwise...otherwise…”

I growled, vibrating with rage.

“Otherwise, you were the one to betray your entire species. And you said I was stupid!” My voice was nasty, my body shaking. Bair momentarily looked lost, like someone who had memorized the wrong map, and suddenly found themselves surrounded by the enemy. If only he knew! My hand found the sword’s hilt, gripping it securely.

“But D’Arcy said—"

“What did D’Arcy say?”

Bair froze. “You won’t be joining me. You didn’t mean any of it, did you?”

I rolled my eyes.

“No, I won’t be joining you, because you’re a coward, and a bastard to ever think of betraying your people!”

“You won’t live long enough to tell anyone,” he sneered, lunging for me. I grabbed the sword and lunged blindly, but it was too heavy for me to wield effectively, and Bair easily dodged my blows. He had a strong hand around my throat before I could raise it again, his claws tapping lightly on my skin.

“D’Arcy’s right; you must be a spy. Don’t even think of calling for help; not until I’m ready for Benedict to find your body. I’ll tell everyone you betrayed us, and that you tossed yourself over the side of the cliff in shame! I’m sure Kieran will at least mourn you.”

I tried to hold onto the sword, but he squeezed harder, and black dots appeared at the edges of my vision. The sword clattered to the ground, and I realized with a pang no one was coming to save me; hell, no one even knew where I was. Kieran and Ronan probably still thought I was in the bedroom.

“Just go to sleep, it will all be better when you wake up.” Bair’s voice was patronizing, and the anger that surged through my veins filled me with renewed strength. If there was anything I hated, it was a cocky asshole. My foot came up and kicked him hard in his crotch, and he went down screaming. I grabbed the sword and screamed as loud as I could, my own eardrums throbbing with pain as it reverberated in the small space of the cave.

“You fucking BITCH!”

He lunged again but I was ready, taking the few tips Kieran and Ronan had taught me and using them the best that I could. He went for my throat again, but I aimed a kick at his head, slashing out with the sword in a short, controlled blow when he moved to deflect my leg. I caught him on the undersides of his arms, and he shrieked in pain. We both turned as a thundering sound was heard coming from the tunnels, and he grabbed my head and bashed it into the ground.

“BENEDICT! SHE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!” Panic and anger flooded my system, but it was hard to move as I was seeing double of everything. If Bair got to the drakens first, would they believe him over me? I didn’t want to find out. I threw the sword with all the strength I told muster, even knowing it wouldn’t fly like a knife. By some miracle it hit home, embedding itself in Bair’s back. He dropped like a stone, and I stumbled over to him. I yanked the blade out from his back and that’s when he struck, catching the side of my face with his claws and raking them down my neck. I screamed; my voice laced with pain. His elbow came up and slammed on the top of my head, and I struggled to stay conscious. As he shakily stood over me, I pressed my hand down on my face, trying to stem the blood flow. His wound had already stopped bleeding. I watched his eyes unconsciously follow the flow of my blood down my chest, and I nearly laughed at the sense of power that I discovered there. I still had him. 

“Wouldn’t you like to try it before he gets here?” I panted, holding my blood-soaked fingers out to him. “The others say that it tastes exquisite…”

Bair went rigid, and I made my eyes wide and innocent.

“Help me, and I’ll let you drink as much as you want. Then we can run away, together.” I gave him a sultry look, one hand on my bleeding face, the other reaching for the fallen sword in the dirt. The idiot leaned in closer, and my arm with the sword went around his neck, hovering at the juncture between his head and his spine. He knew I was a backstabbing bitch, but his draken instincts were stronger, making him weak, and less aware of his surroundings.

His lips hovered above mine, his tongue flicking out to taste my blood. That’s when I struck: as hard as I could, I brought the sword down across the back of his neck, his mouth frozen in a surprised ‘O’ as I