Chapter Four
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“WHAT ARE you doing here?”
The First Dragon closed the door of the room in which the siren was being held captive, and turned to evaluate her environment. Although perfectly clean, the chamber was clearly used as a storage facility, as it was partially filled with wooden packing crates. A small metal-frame bed had been placed in a corner, along with a round table and an uncomfortable-looking chair.
The last was occupied by the siren, whose face bore a fierce scowl.
“You aren’t here to let me go, are you?” she continued, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that allowed him to fully appreciate the curves contained therein.
“Why would I do that?” he asked. “You tried to steal from my kin.”
Her shoulders twitched. “I didn’t steal anything. I just sang a coupl
