CHAPTER One Hundred and Twenty- Four

　　Present Day

　　Yelena woke in the bed alone, both Macedius and Sylvin having disappeared whilst she slept. Instead, she found herself face to face with the siren, who sat on a seat at the foot of the bed, stroking her fingers through her hair.

　　“It was meant to be me,” the siren said.

　　“Excuse me?” Yelena sat up in the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest.

　　“I was meant to be the silver dragon’s wife,” the siren replied. “He saved my life; a debt was owed.”

　　“Oh,” Yelena slithered from the bed searching for clothing, her hands encountering a discarded over-robe of Macedius. She pulled it on, tying it closed before her. “You should not be in here.”

　　“Mmm, perhaps,” the siren replied. “Perhaps not. Come with me.” She rose to her feet and gestured for Yelena to follow.

　　“No,” Yelena stood her ground. “Where and why?”

　　“I could sing you to follow,” the siren smirked slightly. “But the mage forbade.”