Omar's POV
She cringed against the stone wall, gazing at me with violet eyes, "I'm Annabel Windsor, the last siren of Royal Bloodline."
"No wonder you have not been caged in the coffins like other sirens," I said.
"Coffins, they are my sisters..." She murmured, with pain flickering in her eyes. Then she quickly boomed out, "you're all assholes! I heard you are competing for the royal crystal. That's my thing! That asshole David can't grab it, so send you in. He exploits you!"
Her body suddenly twisted and separated into many of her, rushing towards me.
My eyes swept them as fast as possible to c***k.
Bang!...Bang!...
But some of her were not solid, just a fake image of smoke. As for those who I have broken didn't die; they separated up again and copied out more of her ghosts. Their
