Fifty-eight:
Antero Dukas
Sirena was in nothing but pink pajamas, barefoot, and had fled from her life from Zale’s palace. Yet she was still completely in love with him. I would have thought that running for her life after finding her sister dead on the floor of her room was enough to make it so that she never wanted anything to do with him. But when she spoke, it was still with such love and devotion to him, and I hated it. I had wanted Sirena from the first moment I saw her. But I hadn’t been able to get her to look my way.
We had had a few moments together, at first. But Sirena had had to focus on her future. I was not the one that she was engaged to. I was the future captain of the guard. I protected her fiancé. I didn’t protect her. Not technically. She didn’t even know if she c
