Seventy-nine:
Antero Dukas
The first night I slept in my room with Sirena, I slept on the floor with nothing but a blanket and a pillow. The old capitol building of Relecta was not exactly made for living. The room I was in had been an office, once used to house some fat cat politician. I had lost track of the amount of days it had been since Sirena and me had escaped the palace. Or since the last time either of us had seen Zale. Sirena had mostly been kept in the dungeon, and I had no idea how she was actually doing.
In the middle of the night, as I lay on the floor of my room next to my bed, I heard Sirena whimpering. I had no idea if she was asleep or awake. “Sirena?” I hissed. “Sirena, are you okay?”
“Shut up, Antero,” she snarled at me, “just leave me alone.”
I got up from wh
