His gaze shifted to Isidor, who was propped on his elbow behind her.
“Did she say anything?” Winter said softly.
Isidor’s gave a wry smile, answering just as low. She was asleep.
“That she’s not like the other siren because the other siren isn’t awake, that the other siren didn’t know she was singing in her own mind, and that she could just tell,” he answered as low.
Winter blinked.
“What does that mean?”
“No idea, but she seemed to know what she was talking about. You know that look she gets, like you’re not quite smart enough to keep up with her?”
Winter actually laughed, a low chuckle.
“Yes. How do you think she stopped the other siren?”
“I sang to you until you couldn’t hear her anymore,” Soule said drowsily between them.
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Isidor woke. His right arm was under his anthata an
