Only to draw short as my eyes take in what’s happening in the room.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nilsa
There are three remaining guards. But they’re not standing ready to face us.
No.
They’ve dragged a siren out of her pool and are in the process of hacking her head from her body. Around them, over a dozen sirens are already decapitated with huge wounds bleeding from their chests. Destroy the heart, cut off the head.
True death for an immortal.
The Eagle and her men would rather kill the sirens than let them go free.
No.
Rossiter’s hiss echoes as he launches across the space towards the trio. But I’m already there. A burst of light from the sigil on my arm blinds them for long enough to slip my blade between their ribs.
It’s over too quickly. I stand there, panting, as they slump to the floor around me.
Not that my swift action matters. The siren they were holding up is gone. Even though her head is still hanging on by the smallest thread of sinew, the spine is severed, and her heart has been savagely removed.
I wish it was possible to kill those bastards twice, but I don’t have time for regrets.
I beeline towards Cassie’s cell, only to find Rossiter already there.
How does the salamander know…? I stop as he rips the grate off with brute strength alone. The panic on his face is undeniable as his nostrils flare.
He can’t know her. Cassie is a blind siren. Klaus told me she never leaves Marisang.
So why is he pulling her out of her cell with shaking hands? Looking her over like he’s memorising every hurt?
“Mate,” he whispers, cradling her in his arms.
“That is unexpected,”Opal mumbles, while I stand there, gaping at the two of them.
At his words, Cassie’s eyes flutter open and the shifter grunts in surprise. She’s lost so much blood that she’s almost as pale as her eyes.
“Rossiter.” Her breath is a wheeze.
The shifter looks down at her in awe, his jaw hanging open. Cassie is in so much pain, but the glare her salamander shoots me says he’s not going to let me or anyone else close enough to help her.
I don’t plan on pushing the issue.
I love Cassie, but I’m not stupid enough to get between a shifter and his mate.
I dig into my pouch and pull out a tin Elsie gave me before she left. With a careful throw, I manage to make it skid to a stop by his leg.
“Rub this on her wounds.”
Rossiter hisses, but Cassie shushes him with a reedy noise.
“Nilsa is my sister-by-mating,” she murmurs, and then her voice gets too quiet for me to hear.
Whatever she says must have the desired effect. Rossiter snatches up the ointment and starts slathering her in it.
When he’s finished, Cassie’s passed out in his arms.
