Chapter 320 I am good siren
"Bloody eagle..." Vincent muttered under his breath, his sharp, forked tongue flickering out as he slithered forward, eyes narrowed with irritation. The attack had been sudden, an unknown eagle descending upon him in a flash of talons and feathers. It had been a vicious, short-lived fight, and before Vincent could fully retaliate, the eagle had vanished.
Now, his mind churned with questions. Why had the eagle left in middle of fight? And more importantly, what was rainbow doing in this territory? His keen eyes darted through the surroundings, irritation bubbling under the surface.
And then there was the wolf. What in the bloody abyss was he doing here too with rainbow? Somthing must happened.
Vincent’s sleek, dark scales shimmered as he moved, his irritation palpable. He had been tracking the signal from his crystal, a gem that always lit up when something significant happened. The moment it activated, Vincent knew something was wrong. The glow it emitted showed that his connection—his rainbow—was incredibly far from him, yet he didn’t care. He had followed its lead without hesitation, slithering through the wilds with reckless speed.
Now here he was, frustrated and impatient. His mind raced as he replayed the eagle’s sudden assault, the questions about Kyra and Damon lingering like poison in his veins. Something was off, and he would find out what it was.
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"I am Siren, little star," he said when Kyra asked if he was a mermaid. Her eyes widened in surprise. This world was becoming more and more fantastical-first dragons, and now sirens.
"Are you one of those that lure people with your voice?" Kyra asked, half teasing, half curious.
He chuckled, a sound rich and magnetic. "Of course not. I’m a good siren," he replied, the amusement in his voice making her heart skip a beat.