The fury within me morphs into terror. As I cross the charged expanse between us, the clang of the chains attached to the cuffs on my hands and feet fills the room. The sound reminds me of a funeral march. Hers.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper.
“I heard about the deal you made with my sister.” Honey-brown eyes meet mine, and I find myself struggling to breathe. “And I came to make certain you’ll keep your word.”
For a moment, I can’t even remember what deal she’s talking about, too stunned by her being here, right in front of me. Talking to me. It’s the first time I’ve heard her voice. So soft. Like a fuzzy blanket. I don’t sleep much, and I rarely dream. But I have no doubt her melodic voice will echo through my dreams tonight. Maybe the nocturnal siren will read one of her letter
