Siren's Song: The Gray Court, Book 5 by Dana Marie Bell Read Free Book Online Page A

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    Shane must have rallied the troops. She wondered if he’d bothered to tell any of them who Cassie’s passenger was, or why he was there. Shane liked to keep his secrets, even from his truebond.
    He was a seriously freaky guy, and she was eternally grateful he was on their side. His power, in the hands of the Black Queen, would spell doom for both the Gray and White courts.
    She pulled up next to Leo’s SUV and turned off the car. Before she could climb out, the front door opened, revealing the patriarch of the family, Sean Dunne.
    She shouldn’t have been surprised to see him, or the way he crossed his arms over his chest. A leprechaun, Sean Dunne would have known the moment she crossed over onto his territory. A leprechaun’s bond with the land ran so deep he couldn’t leave it for any serious length of time. Short trips away were fine, but anything longer than two weeks and the leprechaun would start to feel sick.
    It was a price most leprechauns willingly paid, for their power on their land was almost absolute. He could hear a whisper all the way on the other side of his fields, could open a pinhole in the ground and suck an enemy into it, or cause the land itself to rise up against an enemy. The fields of a leprechaun were almost always fertile and the livestock healthy.
    So he probably knew who her passenger was, and judging by his expression he was none too pleased about it.
    Too bad. Shane should have warned his father that she was bringing Oberon here. The Dunnes would help protect the High King while she healed him.
    She hoped.
    She climbed out of the car and lifted her hand in greeting. “Sean.”
    “Cassie.” The lilt of Ireland was in his voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”
    Oberon got out of the car slowly, eyeing Sean with some misgiving. “Dunne.”
    Sean bowed. “Your Majesty. Welcome to the Dunne farm.”
    “Thank you.” Oberon pushed his hair out of his face as the wind blew it forward. The silver strands were so long they reached his waist. His gray eyes were calm, his posture regal. None of the fear he must be feeling showed in either his expression or demeanor. “I believe your son has summoned me.”
    Cassie winced.
    “Now, I wouldn’t say that.” The screen door opened, and Shane Joloun Dunne stepped onto the porch next to his father. He had his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he rocked back on his heels. “More like a strongly worded invitation.”
    Oberon’s brows rose. “Indeed. I can only imagine what a command would have been like.”
    Shane grinned. “You know you’ve been dying to see my work room.”
    Something in Shane’s tone was off. The man wanted the High King to see whatever he had hidden away in his private sanctuary. Very few people had been allowed within. Only family had ever been in Shane’s work room before Cassie was called in to heal him of the poison that had nearly sent him to the Black. The man created incredible sculptures he sold in art galleries from New York to Seattle under the name Shane Joloun.
    Over half those sculptures were visions of what might come to pass.
    “Shane, Sean, don’t make our guests stand out in the cold.” The warmth of that new voice had Cassie grinning. She’d missed the matriarch of the Dunne clan. Aileen had defied her Sidhe family to bond with her leprechaun, much like Cassie was running from her own family. Cassie could respect that. Hell, she was hoping to get some pointers.
    “Coming, Aileen.” Sean opened the door, gesturing for Shane, Cassie and Oberon to precede him into the house. “After you.”
    “Thank you.” Oberon walked into the Dunne house as if he owned it, his head held high, his stride regal. He greeted Aileen with a kiss on the hand, causing her cheeks to flush.
    Sean gently tugged his mate away from the High King, tucking her close to his side.
    Aileen smiled up at her husband indulgently, obviously used to his small displays of possessiveness. “Tea before Shane takes you to the