Page 2 of Siren’s Secret

And she would get out of this cell, if for no other reason than Sinister wanting to keep her himself. Why leave a weapon like her rotting in the cells when he could be benefiting from her gifts?

There were worse captors than him.

But then she remembered Ro’s furious face and growl. Would he keep her? Or… but no. She couldn’t indulge in the dream that he actually would keep his mouth shut.

After a week, there was a change in her routine. When the guard came to gather her breakfast tray, she motioned for Wave to get up.

“They are ready to question you now, Ms. Spinwell. Do I need to restrain you, or will you behave?”

Wave clasped her hands behind her back and gulped. “I’ll behave.”

“Good. Better for everyone if you do,” she replied matter-of-factly. “I should let you know that if you are only saying that and then causing trouble, you’ll be moved to the high-risk ward. Things are not nearly as comfortable over there.”

“Oh, this is a…” Wave trailed off, hoping the guard would fill her in. She lifted her brow, like she was surprised, and shrugged.

“Low-security ward for non-violent offenders.”

“Thank you,” Wave said. “I was still pretty out of it when they moved me from the Medic Ward.”

“Well, using unauthorized heir apparent power—” The guard shrugged. “They are waiting. Follow me.”

Wave did so without another word. They walked briskly through well-lit corridors. Everything was clean and reminded her of a hospital more than anything. Light green walls, blue floors, a red stripe on the floor.

The guard led her into a room that held a large stone table, a few stone chairs, and not a blink of metal in sight. Wave almost laughed. She may be housed in the low-security ward, but they clearly knew about her affinity for electricity.

Once she was seated, the guard left and a fae male with green hair and nails stepped in, holding a folder. He was wearing the Council Force’s uniform, deep blue, very crisp, no wrinkles in sight, pants, and a white dress shirt. He had rolled the sleeves up to show some forearm and opened two top buttons.

Was he trying to look disarming or something?

Wave wanted to snort. There may not have been torture threats leveled at her, but she knew how they operated. Being a rogue storm spirit was a bad enough offence. The Council Force liked to keep close tabs on heirs and heir apparents. If they suspected her of stormbringer levels of power, they hadn’t shown it. She highly doubted a low-security ward would have been an option in that case. If any of them got even an inclination of her siren heritage, she would be thrown into the darkest, deepest dungeon they could find.

Keep it together, Wave.

She couldn’t afford to lose it here. Not now. Not ever.

The man opened his folder and pulled out a paper. He handed it out to Wave and sat down.

“Anything you’d like to add?”

Frowning, Wave began to read, and then she had to work to keep her expression in check. This was Sinister’s statement of what went down during the attack. It was… factual, but holy shit, he had made her look good. And weak.

Phrases like ‘put herself in danger to protect others’ and ‘didn’t hesitate to hold the defensive line despite her weaker disposition’ jumped out at her. She read it over a second time before lifting her eyes to the man sitting opposite her. He looked bored but waited patiently while she formulated her reply.

“Not much,” she finally said.

“How did you end up in the battle? Anyone sensible would have fled the other way.”

“I was following Marc, Marc Ulriche, and Grant Garretz. I was with them when they got the phone call.”

“Ah. They are both specialized in combat,” the man murmured and made a note. He still hadn’t introduced himself.

“Yes,” Wave replied even though it wasn’t a question.

“All right. Let me be frank, Ms. Spinwell. There was an attack on the neutral ground that led to casualties. There are several reports explicitly stating that you fought to protect Tracthesian Academy and its residents. Usually, I would be shaking your hand and thanking you for your service.”

Wave shrank into her chair, waiting for the but.

“But…” The man sighed. “You fought by using heir apparent powers. Your parentage is unknown and your blood tests came back inconclusive from every test we ran them through.”