Siren Awakened - C.R. Jane Page 0,57

the sexy fae completely different than any time before. Who knew he’d be a cuddler?

“Oh, I need you to take this with you,” he told me, throwing on a pair of pants and moving away from the cot. Keon took that opportunity to drag the hazy-eyed guard out from beneath the cot and hauled him over his shoulder with a grunt.

“Thank you,” I told him. He gave me a small, sad smile that told me how he really felt about what he’d walked up on, and then he stroked my face with one hand before he left the cell.

Seth returned with the crystal. I looked at him confused. “I know, you went through a lot to get this back to me. And it does make me heal faster. But it will be safer with you. You’re the only one that I trust with it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, grasping it in my hands tightly. He was so revitalized right now. I didn’t want him to experience his torture sessions without the crystal.

“It would be far worse for me if it got taken again and we started everything over again.”

“Okay,” I murmured, tucking it into my pants pocket.

Seth pressed a desperate, quick kiss on my lips. We could hear footsteps getting closer.

“See you soon,” he told me before I slipped out of the cell and took off with the cart, right as another guard appeared around the corner.

I walked away with a smile I couldn’t contain and ignored the flicker of unease in my heart that told me I knew better.

Chapter 13

Selena

I staggered back to my prison cell after morning shift, exhausted. Alaric had spent the night in my room, and we decided that waking me up every couple of hours might stop the ghost from taking me over.

On the bright side, it worked. The bad part was that now I struggled to keep my eyes open, and I could easily lie on the floor now and I’d fall asleep. But that didn’t solve my problem, now did it?

The ghost still resided inside me or clung to me…the jury was still out on which, but there was no doubt she wanted me dead. The funny thing was that by looking at her, she didn’t look scary, but I guessed when it came to survival, even ghosts would do anything to remain amongst the living.

One idea that kept revolving around my head was doing a séance and attempting to communicate with the spirit to see if there was another way to fix this, instead of having it kidnap me to steal things or toss me into the sewage, or…try and kill me.

Someone rushed past me, their shoulder knocking into mine, and I stumbled backward, my feet tangling. Next thing, my ass hit the ground, and I grimaced. Laughter surrounded me, so I got up and just kept going. I swore I might as well be in high school somedays.

In my prison cell, there was no sign of Keon or Alaric, so I took the chance to go have a long shower to attempt to stay awake, then I’d hunt down another cup of coffee from the mess hall kitchens. Staff were permitted to access the Nescafé, and I’d already had three cups.

Settling down on my bed, I toed off my shoes and yanked off my socks when a small ringing sound came from the end of my bed. I glanced over just as Keon’s little mouse hopped up on the mattress. Another small chime came from the rustic looking bell he carried in his mouth. The thing was half his size and resembled the huge church bells, rustic with a small metal ring at one end.

“What have you got there?” I leaned over and picked it up as the mouse made himself comfortable and began chewing on his back leg. The idea of fleas crossed my mind, but I wasn’t exactly going to shoo him away when he’d just brought me a gift. Plus after what Keon had told me, I now adored this little guy.

I ran a finger over the outside surface of the bell, where numerous patterns lined the metal, swirls that all looped together. There was no end or start to this. The inside was painted black and the same for the clapper.

“It’s very pretty,” I said to the mouse and rang it as if calling the dinner bell.

A shiver laced my body, raising all the hair on my arms. In a flash, the British ghost pest tore out