Sixty-five:
Antero Dukas
We were led into a tiny room by my aunt. It must have been an office previously, as it was set up with a desk, and bookshelves that were half filled from having been ransacked. “How long has this been a hideout?” Sirena asked. “It looks as if it’s been cleaned out of everything that was here. Shouldn’t there be more resources?”
My aunt shot Sirena a glare. “We’re a secret organization, Princess. We don’t exactly have the funds to make everything to your liking. If you have a problem with that, I suggest you leave.”
Sirena rolled her eyes. “I thought I was a prisoner.”
“I like my nephew more than I hate you. Fortunately for you, he seems to like you too for some inexplicable reason. Although I suppose having a pretty face and nice t**s will get you far in t
