My hand moved before I could stop, my hand thrusting the blade into Luka’s side.
He groaned, falling forward against me, his eyes searching into mine with an emotion I couldn’t place. Something warm coated my hand, but I didn’t move it. I couldn’t move it.
“Lennox,” he breathed.
“Remove the blade.” I pulled the blade out as the words left her mouth. “Now do it again,” she directed.
“Resist her, Lennox.” Not a hint of fear flashed across Luka’s face, only steely determination as he clung to me. “Fight her command.”
“No more talking from you,” Sidna snapped. “Stab him again, Lennox.”
Something wet slipped down my cheek as I pressed the tip of the blade into Luka’s side.
“Lennox,” Luka said softly. He fought to remain standing, his blood-coated hand cupping my cheek. “Fight it, Lennox?—”
I closed my eyes tightly, my entire body trembling. Luka, this was Luka. My mate. I was hurting Luka. I cared about Luka.
I loved Luka.
I loved Luka.
I didn’t want to hurt him.
Why was I hurting him?
My mind came back to me in a flash. Bile crawled up my throat at the feeling of
Luka’s warm blood coating my hand.
That fucking bitch.
I promised I’d slit her throat and I’d do just that.
And then some.
She was a siren.
A fucking siren.
Controlling my mind with her siren song.
I cursed myself for not figuring it out sooner. I should have known—I felt something was off about her—but I couldn’t put a finger on what it was.
Until she tried to force me to hurt Luka.
I opened my eyes, putting all the emotion and words I couldn’t say into my expression.
I’m sorry,I tried to convey.
Luka’s breaths were shallow, his eyes glassy.
I closed my fist around the blade again, the pommel dug into my blood-soaked palm. I took a deep breath.
“Again,” Sidna demanded. My body tightened, but I resisted. My will was stronger than hers. My love for Luka was stronger than her will.
I turned and leapt toward Sidna. A flash of fear flickered across her features before she opened her mouth once again, her song once again tumbling from her lips. Her voice louder this time. The words rough.
“Stop,” she demanded.
