He looks very uncomfortable, possibly ready to bolt. I need to act quickly.
How am I to get a clear shot to his head? And what am I supposed to knock him
out with? Riden’s removed all weapons from the room. And he’s definitely still
suspicious after everything that happened with Draxen.
This doesn’t leave me with many options. It’s hard to think clearly when everything’s falling apart. For now, I need to keep him talking. Something will
come to me eventually.
“You said it because you were thinking it,” I say.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Really? Your mouth came up with it all on its own?”
“It’s very talented.”
“Yes, I’m well aware.” I could slap myself for saying that, but I need to keep
him talking. I need to think.
He smiles, knowingly. “We probably should talk about that.”
“About what?” I ask, too innocently to be believable.
“You know what.”
It’s been a couple of weeks. Why should he want to talk about it now?
Actually, he’s a pirate—why should he want to talk about it at all?
“What exactly do you have to say?” I ask, curious as ever.
Riden says nothing. I can see him searching for the words, but nothing will come to him.
“Here is all that needs to be said,” I say. “I’m a prisoner on this ship. I’m also the only woman on the ship. You got a little lonely, and I got a little crazy.
That’s it. It was stupid, but it’s over, so let’s move on.”
Should I ram him into the wall? He’ll be knocked unconscious like Draxen,
but if he sees me do that, he’ll be very suspicious when he wakes. How many women have the strength to do something like that? Riden already knows something is off about me. What if he guesses?
Paranoia must be setting in. I need more sleep.
“I don’t think so.”
“What?” I ask, coming back to the conversation.
Riden knows I heard him, so he doesn’t bother repeating himself.
Has he gotten so used to arguing with me that it’s all he can do? Even when I
speak the truth? Why is he so adamantly pressing the matter?
I decide to cheat. Right now my curiosity is more powerful than my
revulsion, and I have plenty of time before I lose myself.
I home in on Riden. On his mind and his heart. I can feel his frustration. Both
with himself and with me. I just don’t know why. I can sense feelings and desires. But I can’t read minds, helpful as that would be. I never know the whys
behind people’s intentions.
All I know is Riden wants to kiss me again. Right now it is his greatest desire,
and he can’t hide it from me. I feel it as though it were my own emotion. And
though I’m sure it’s merely because he hasn’t had some alone time with a woman in a while, this is most definitely something I can use to my advantage.
Forget knocking him out. I need Riden’s greatest desire to become sleep.
Once he’s asleep, I can keep him that way with my song. There’s enough in me
for that.
But there’s only one way to change what he wants most. I have to give him
the first one, so he will be satisfied and think of something else.
I swallow. For some reason, the thought excites me. Must be the thrill of the
game.
So how to start?
“You don’t think so?” I ask. “What do you think happened, then?”
A deep, stormy gray surrounds him. He feels guilty. That’ll be the betrayal to
his brother, no doubt. He wants to be assuaged from that guilt. He wants to get
what he wants without the consequences that’ll come with it.
Typical pirate.
No responsibility. Just selfish desire.
“I think,” Riden finally says, “there is more here than either of us is willing to admit.”
“More of what?”
His frustration flares, as does the desire. Interesting how they’re tied together.
But I can’t hold on to this anymore. Time to let the siren go again.
“What did you do?” he asks.
I quirk an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You … you just changed. You looked off for a moment, but I thought I’d imagined it. Now you look yourself again.”
Nobody has ever been able to tell when I’m using my abilities before. Riden
couldn’t have actually noticed the difference, could he?
“Well, Riden, if this conversation has been any indication, you are clearly not