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Unknown Binding
Published January 1, 2026
“Even the deadliest monster would crumble to his knees for a chance with a stunning creature like you, my song.”Seriously though, the arc of their relationship is incredible. She gets a little stabby when they meet, he’s kinda turned on by it.
Suddenly, a large presence appeared behind me, and I stiffened in alarm. A throat cleared, and I gasped at the same time I straightened, clutching the handle of my cake knife.They have this super cool fated connection, she absolutely hates it... until maybe she doesn’t. He finds her condoms, learns their purpose, & then proceeds to steal them as a twisted, yet adorable & hilarious, form of “mine” that we all love in our romances.
Without hesitating, I whirled around and struck.
Plunging the blade right into the side of the Mad Siren Prince.
Drustan grunted from the impact, his gold eyes widening in shock.
My eyes were also wide with shock, realizing what I had done.
I just stabbed someone.
Oh my god...
I had just stabbed him, and in response, he had simply pulled the knife back out...
Locking his eyes on mine again, Drustan adjusted his grip on the knife to angle the tip of the blade toward me. My breathing staggered, and heat bloomed from my chest to my vagina as he gently started to drag the blade across my collarbones. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make a flurry of goosebumps erupt...
“Is this how humans show their interest? ... If you wanted my attention,” he hummed, his eyes dropping to my mouth as he stepped even closer, “You did not need to resort to such extreme measures...”
“Excuse me?” I asked with a pant. I swallowed around nothing, my throat dry.
The corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes locked on mine again. I watched in real time as his pupils kept expanding and contracting, almost filling the entirety of his golden irises as he leaned even closer...
“Stunning,” he whispered, ignoring my question. “… mine.” His tone changed to a low growl with the claim...
“No.” I repeated and swallowed around a dry lump in my throat. “Actually, I should leave.”
Surprisingly, he nodded his agreement, but then he said, “With me...”
I’m going to strangle him, I thought, picturing my hands wrapping around his neck.
Drustan’s eyes landed on me as his lips tipped up in a grin.
We’ll work our way up to that, my song. His hypnotic, warm voice rang in my mind.
I immediately gasped and took a step back, “What the fu—”
That son of a bitch just stole my condoms...Andrea took a familiar & often overdone storyline & completely flipped it on its head while still maintaining everything we love about it & including the sense of humor we love from her.
“Broke into my bedroom and stole my condoms. You took away my protection.”
“Have you taken a male to your bed since I took them?” Drustan raised a dark red eyebrow at me.
I blinked in surprise at his question. “What? No. Because I don’t have—ohmygod—you fucking dick.” I balled my hands into fists. This fucking siren and his fucking audacity.
Drustan responded by pulling his pink lips back into a feral, unrepentant grin. “My motive is sound, then...”
“I’ll just buy more,” I muttered to his back.
Drustan turned his head just enough to tell me over his shoulder, “I will take that as a personal invitation to return and rid you of them.” My blood was burning with feminine rage.
“You don’t get to dictate my sex life. What I do with my body is my choice. If you think I’m above going out of my way to sleep with someone else out of pure spite, you’re wrong,” I informed him.
Drustan whirled on me then... “If you insist on creating a death wish for humans in your realm, then by all means, bed as many as you want.”
I glared up at him, determined to ignore how warm his hand felt on my face. “You can’t be serious.”
“You know that I am deadly serious, my song,” Drustan’s words practically rumbled out of his chest. “You have said how dangerous I am. Just imagine my wrath when another pitiful human mistakenly puts their hands on you.”
“By dulling one sense.” Drustan sighed, keeping his hands secured behind his lower back. “We can better search for the sounds of our mate...”Seriously, the way she tackles siren & fated mate lore is super incredibly creative & I’m in awe of her captivating storytelling & writing talent to be able to flawlessly pull this idea off. I loved every single part of this story.
Fae could feel their mates’ heartbeats.
Nereids could feel their mates’ waves in the water.
Sirens could hear their mate.
It was all so… poetic...
“Sound isn’t just noise,” I murmured to Audrey. “Sound has waves. Vibrations... sirens can also feel the vibrations their mate makes through their surroundings...”
Fuck you, I thought with all the rage I could feel.
Is that a request? his voice whispered in my mind.
...as he gave the two of us a soft smile.The slow burn that makes me want to scream “just kiss already!” & pull out my hair.
“You can still fuck off, though.”
Audrey snorted and laughed, whereas Liam sighed dramatically with an unimpressed frown at me.
“I don’t want to be enemies, Van.”
“Tough shit, Liam.”
...
“Audrey always wanted to keep you safe. You are precious to her.” Liam’s blue eyes locked onto mine. “Who was I to tell her otherwise?”
I frowned at him. “I still don’t like it when men come between Audrey and me, even if you’re claiming that it was unintentional.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed at my words... “Are you and Audrey lovers?”
I opened my mouth to say no, but I hesitated.
Because what if Liam was homophobic? That made me want to say yes, just to spite him. But I had no idea if lying about this was dangerous. The more I studied Liam’s body language, though, the more I realized his heated reaction to his question wasn’t one of bigotry.
No. He had tense shoulders, tight fists, uneven breathing through his nose. Liam’s reaction looked… jealous.
Well, I’ll be damned.
Audrey’s little crush might not be so unreciprocated after all.
“What’s it to you? ... Would you back off? Would you let us live our happily ever after in my realm without putting weird pressure on her to hang out here?”
Liam closed his eyes, attempting to compose himself...
This thrilled me. I loved irritating men...
Audrey dumped the bags of food and started unpacking them...
I moaned, sexually. “Babe, I could kiss you on the mouth.”
Audrey just snickered, rolled her eyes, and continued to unpack the food. I glanced over my shoulder to see Liam taking a deep pull of his drink as he kept his eyes on us.
I turned back to Audrey, “Can I?”
Audrey grinned... “Yeah, sure.” She clearly didn’t think I was being serious. “But let me show you what else I got—” Audrey was cut off because I had cupped both of her cheeks with my hands and slammed my lips on hers, dramatically...
“What the hell was—” Audrey was cut off once again by the sound of glass shattering, making both of us turn to see Liam fuming...
Light started to glow from their touch, and Liam’s shoulders immediately relaxed at her proximity. When Audrey removed her hand from his, the cuts were completely gone...
“You know you’re not my type.” Audrey raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk. “Right?”
“I was thanking you for saving my life and bringing us food.” I scooped another heap of mashed potatoes, because damn, these were delicious. “Can’t a woman express gratitude with a passionate kiss on the mouth?”
Audrey rolled her eyes and shook her head at Liam. “You should know that Vanessa is a bit of a wild card at times.”
“I’m starting to see that.” Liam smiled at Audrey... he turned and glared at me.
In response, I stuck my tongue out at him.
His face twisted up in annoyance, and I dramatically dragged my thumb across my neck in a clear threat.
Audrey glanced up when my thumb was halfway across my throat, and watched Liam shake his head at me.
“You two are going to get along beautifully, I see.”
“You know that I want you.” My body didn’t believe him. My mind didn’t believe him. I shook my head; my breath became shorter and shorter under the weight of my panic.Even that one character that I have major beef with, still makes me happy because of their unique story arc.
He’s rejecting me.
“I’m not. You’re mine, Vanessa.” Right—his mind-reading and stuff.
I shook my head again. This isn’t how I wanted this to go. I wanted him to want me, to need me. I wanted to feel wanted. When was the last time I was truly, passionately wanted? ... Why did I want him? Why did I need him to want me so badly?
I smacked myself on the forehead, desperate to get a grip and escape this horrible high.
“Vanessa!” Drustan growled. He roughly grabbed my shoulders and slammed me onto my back. His body blanketed over mine... “Fine, fine. Just breathe, my song.”
I gasped for frantic breath, desperate to cooperate... I squeezed my eyes closed. I slapped my hand over my mouth, desperate to cover the sob that wanted to escape.
Drustan growled, “Look at me.” I shook my head at him. Warm, large hands cupped either side of my face. “My song, open your eyes...” Eventually, his forehead pressed against my own. “Vanessa, breathe.”
“I’m trying,” I gasped...
“You know I want you,” he announced...
“You want me,” I murmured back to him.
“Ugh, I forgot that I needed to die today.”Plus, she incorporated social commentary about immigration & borders that’s especially relevant today. I love it all & this is probably Andrea’s best work yet! Hands down, one of my all-time favorite reads & I’m eager to read its conclusion!
“You’re a little frightened of me, that I will concede,” Drustan murmured. He pressed his lips together in that shit-eating grin before he continued, “… but that also excites you.”Let’s talk connectivity for a second. This book really exists on its own, but there’s a teeny tiny shout out for those of us who are completely obsessed with Andrea’s writing & have read all of her previous books. If you’ve read her debut series (the What It Means series), specifically book 2, What It Means to be Brave, then you’ve heard of a band named Carbon Cut. And there’s a small moment where a band mate makes an appearance in this book. It’s totally not necessary to know the background in order to understand the plot, but it’s a tiny reminder of that other story for those of us who love them.
I made a what the fuck face at him, “No. It doesn’t. I am not excited to be alone on a boat, in the middle of the ocean, with a killer.”
Drustan smirked... “Fortunately for you, I’m your killer. Whether you want to accept it or not.”
“Dude!” I lifted my hands to shove him off of me... “What the hell is wrong with you?” ...
“Where would you like to start?” Drustan replied without looking at me... “Perhaps it was the pure joy I felt ripping the hearts out of the worst fae in the realm. Maybe it was five years of torture in the Gravhune. Maybe it’s because my mate doesn’t seem—”
“Stop it.” I glared at him. “Sit still and stop talking.”
Drustan laughed at that... “I know you enjoy the sound of my voice, my song. It would be a shame to deny you it...”
“I hate your voice.” I lied.
“No, you don’t...”
“You are drawn to my voice, Vanessa. As I am drawn to yours,” Drustan explained.
I shook my head and replied, “My draw to you isn’t real..."
"...I was designed by the goddess Tynara herself to specifically appeal to you. Because you’re mine, and I’m yours... Do you think this is our first fight as a couple? Or—” He was interrupted when I grabbed my insulated water bottle and threw it at his head. He dodged it, laughing as he did so. It spilled somewhere, but I didn’t care about that right now.
“We are not a couple..."
“I must admit,” Drustan replied, his tone a little lower. “I’m still learning the details about human courting customs, but—”
I laughed.
It wasn’t a cute one; it was a hysterical one. I used both of my hands to cover my face as I laughed into my palms. My entire body shook with it. I couldn’t believe this was my reality. The deadliest siren in the magical realm was sitting on my boat, talking about courting me.
It was all so insane.
“I wasn’t expecting you to find this so amusing.” Drustan dared to sound mildly offended.
“Nothing is funny,” I laughed with my words. “This is just so crazy. You’re crazy.”
“I hear that’s a side-effect of the Gravhune,” he deadpanned.
Hundreds of gold eyes locked on us, as if they were waiting for something.
Everyone calmly rested in the aftermath. The sound of our breathing filled the air, accompanying the soft melody from the gentle touch of ash flakes falling from the sky like snow. Landing on us. The ground. The stone. A hymn of ashes cascading around all of our people.
A song conducted by nature herself, consecrated by Tynara’s desires being fulfilled. Hope bloomed in my chest that it wasn’t too late to turn things around.
“He’ll just drive,” Audrey promised with a nod.
“Shirtless,” I muttered. Audrey gave me a quizzical scowl.
“Excuse me?” ...
“I mean, if Temu-Thor is determined to crash the party, the least he could do is show off his rippling abs and look pretty for us—”