Chrome and Claws
Raven breathed, her voice barely audible.
The siren smiled, his lips curved with both charm and cruelty. “So the Veil’s vessel knows my name. That pleases me.”
He rose higher from the water, his form solidifying from tail to human legs, as droplets running down the hard planes of his chest and legs. He stood before her on the bank as though the lake itself had delivered him into her hands.
“You called for me,” Cairo murmured. “Even if you do not realize it.”
Raven’s hands trembled at her sides. “I didn’t call you. I don’t even know why I am here.”