The Sword and The Prophet (A Syren Novel)

The Sword and The Prophet (A Syren Novel) by Missy LaRae

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as silk. He was drawn to her, barely giving the male with her a glance. He walked towards her as she backed away, hands flung out as if she was trying to ward him off. She was small, barely five feet tall, and had on a green long sleeve shirt, and a button down black and white short sleeve shirt in a checkered pattern and jeans. She looked amazing.
“Who are you?” The male asked him.
Talon didn’t answer. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but being in the presence of this female was the one thing in his life that he knew he must do. He stopped in front of her. Her eyes were wide on him, fascinated by his every movement. Her hands were limp at her sides, and he longed to feel them run through his mane of hair. He knelt at her feet.
“Mistress, the pleasure of your
acquaintance is mine. I am Talon, Son of the House of Fire, born of the Kingdom of Fire in the Southern Hemisphere. It would be my greatest honor to learn your name.” Talon hadn’t knelt in front of a Syren female since his last Fut’uah ceremony when he was eleven years old. He had been to so many ceremonies he’d lost count, but he knew how to speak to a Syren female. The utmost respect was accorded to them, especially females from the Kingdom of Dreams. Their beauty, and relationship with Amatia Prime, made them especially respected.
Talon waited a breathless minute for her to speak, and when she didn’t he raised his head. Her hand was covering her mouth, and she didn’t say anything. He looked her in the eyes, “Mistress, if I have offended you I humbly ask your pardon. It was not my intention to cause you distress.” His apology was heartfelt, and he hoped that he hadn’t done or said anything to upset her. He thought for one brief moment about the other male, that he could possibly be her Mate, but then dismissed the thought as it was so distasteful to him.
“I’m gonna tell you what Mr. Talon born a Fire what’s your name, I don’t care where you’re from, but right now we could sure use your help.” Lily told him.
Talon blanched. He’d never heard a Syren from the Kingdom of Dreams talk with a southern accent, and he looked up at her, frozen in shock. There was no way that the female in front of him could have possibly been raised in the Kingdom of Dreams. Talon stood up, and looked at the male, really looked at him, and realized right then he’d stumbled upon something that he was probably never supposed to have seen. He looked right and left, and noticed the mansion in the distance. Who ever was expecting these two Syren there were probably heading their way.
“Come on,” he said. “We’ve gotta get out of here. If they’re expecting you at that mansion, and you don’t show up, they’re going to be coming this way very soon.” He knew that heading back the way he’d come was probably the best idea, but he didn’t want to lead anyone back to his father and younger brother. He knew where he was, and knew that he could get all of them back to his father’s house they would be safe.
“Listen, I can tell you two are in a lot of trouble, and I can help you. I promise. You guys have just got to trust me,” he looked into the female’s eyes as he said it.
Lily looked at him, her indecision weighing on her. She glanced at Tyler and he nodded his acceptance. “Then let’s go,” she said.
Talon didn’t waste any time. He started running, and told them both to keep up with him. He looked back to see if they were keeping up, and realized that there was no way that the female was going to be able to keep up with him.
“Can you carry her? What’s wrong with her?” He shouted back.
“No, he can’t carry me. He’s got just as much of their poison in his system as I do. They gave us some kind of drug to knock us out, but I don’t think mine’s wore off all the way yet,” Lily was done talking. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but having him turn around and scoop her up in his arms wasn’t the

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