With them out of sight, it was hard telling which was which.
"I wonder what you did."
Breandan gazed down at me. "If I were you, I would listen to the medusa's advice and break free yourself.”
"Though we admit, there's a part of us that hopes you don't," Baran whispered next to my ear. "We've wanted a pet for so long."
Now, that was a less than cheery thought.
I couldn't imagine they treated their pets well. Not to mention one who promised to be as disobedient and difficult as I was likely to be.
"Poor, poor, Aileen," Breandan said.
I was over this whole statue thing.
Sign me up for torture and mayhem. Whatever. Just not this.
"We'll take good care of you," Baran crooned.
"Well," Breandan started. "You might not agree."
Baran nodded. "This is probably true. You former mortals are so rigid in your values."
"But really, try your best.” Breandan’s face appeared over me, close enough for his lips to brush mine.
"Neither one of us wants to be stuck here,” Baran said from out of sight.
Breandan shifted until he was lying on top of me so he could prop his elbows on my chest and cradle his chin in his hands.
There was no pressure announcing that a giant man was using me as a couch. Nothing.
"I hate being back here," Baran said.
Breandan kicked his feet. "As do I, twin."
"Such an awful place. I don't understand why they want it back."
Breandan folded his arms on my chest and rested his head on them. "They yearn for what was."
Baran made an annoyed sound. "You'd better hurry, Aileen. We wish to go home."
Breandan smiled at me. "You heard my twin."
The scent of him swirled around me, earthy and sweet.
"Remember, pretty vampire—all things come at a cost." He leaned forward, sharp teeth nipping my jaw. "If we save you, you'll be ours.
Baran giggled. "Forever and ever and ever."
Cold dread whispered through me. I would die first.
With those final words, Breandan rolled off me. A light thud announced his landing.
The two whistled a melody as they followed the rest, leaving me totally and utterly alone once again.
Blindly, I stared at the corner of the ceiling as my mind moved through different scenarios. Travis hadn't quite gotten my original position exactly right.
As a result, my view had shifted, leaving me looking at a spider web, fat droplets of water that looked like diamonds caught in the strands.
