Read Online Blood of Sirens: Book 13 of The Witch Fairy Series by Bonnie Lamer - Free Book Online Page B

worrying about your spell.  Perhaps some rest now would do you good.”
    “I slept when I had the Centaurs and Sasquatch under a spell,” I counter.
    “This is different.”  He moves closer to me and whispers in my ear.  “More personal.”
    He’s right.  I know he is.  Admit it, though?  Nah.  “I’m not worried you’re going to go walking into the sea tonight.”  Three nights from now I may be worried.  Or two.  I may start worrying in two.
    As if reading my mind, Taz says, “I have a lot of bacon riding on him going down on night five.”
    “You are a horrible beast,” I inform him.
    Taz shrugs his little shoulders.  “Just because he’s getting sucker punched by fate doesn’t mean I shouldn’t enjoy the bacon.” 
    A knock on the door interrupts Taz’s next words.  Sindri pokes his head through the door.  “The King requests the presence of the Princess and Prince in his office.”
    “You know, you can call us by our names,” I inform him.  I don’t like being referred to as Princess all the time.  Mostly because I never feel like a Princess.
    Sindri inclines his head. “I appreciate the offer of informality.”  In other words, he’s going to keep calling me Princess. 
    “Fine,” I grumble.  Kallen and I walk past Dagda’s assistant and I swear there’s a tiny smile turning his lips upwards.  At least someone seems to like me.  I’m always surprised at how slowly that number grows.
    I don’t bother to knock on Dagda’s office door.  He did request my presence, after all.  I am surprised to find him alone, though.  I thought he’d still be with Arie and Kai.  “You wanted to see us.”
    “Yes, have a seat.”  He indicates the two chairs across from him.  “We need to discuss details for this evening.”
    “What details?” I ask.  “I say a spell, hundreds of Fairies and Mermen fall asleep.  There’s not much to plan.”
    Parents should never look at their children like they’re idiots.  It doesn’t do much for our self-esteem.  “I am not talking about what you will be doing.  I am talking about the rest of us.”
    Oh.  Okay.  “What will you be doing?”
    Frustration is crawling around Dagda’s face like snake chasing a chicken.  “That is what I would like to discuss.”
    “As fun as this conversation is,” Kallen smirks.  “Perhaps we should let your father explain.”  I glance at my husband.  He never refers to Dagda as my father.  I don’t mind.  I mean, he is my father.  Usually he refers to him as his uncle, though.  Weird.
    Ignoring my puzzled expression, Dagda begins speaking again.  “Thank you,” he says to Kallen with more emphasis than I believe was necessary.  “Though I have complete confidence in your abilities,” he gives me a sideways glance, “I do not believe in taking chances.”  The snort that leaves me is completely involuntary.  I swear.
    “Meaning?” Kallen asks.
    “Meaning we need to guard the waterways.  There are any number of possible reasons someone may not be caught in Xandra’s spell.  Not being in close enough proximity, being overly confident about their feelings for their significant other or simply immune to the spell.”
    “No one has ever been immune to my spells before,” I insist.
    Dagda smiles though it’s a weary one.  “No, they have not.  But, like I said, why take chances?”
    “I assume you want to set up patrols of the village and surrounding area?” Kallen asks.
    Nodding, Dagda says, “Yes.  In addition to the water ways, I would like guards posted around the village doing four hour shifts while others are walking the streets, looking for any sign of trouble.”
    “Does Naja have enough female guards?” Kallen asks.  Naja is the head of Dagda’s security.  I like her.  She’s pretty no nonsense.  She has also been recruiting more females to work as guards, which I like.  It should be an equal opportunity position.
    “She does.”
    “Are you