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    The Last Siren
    The Last Siren
    The Last Siren
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    The Last Siren

    By Lizzie Lynn Lee

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    Garth

    They say I’m a disposable hero, bitter and well on my way to a path of self-destruction. But when my mentor, an eccentric admiral, sends me on a fool’s errand, I remain pessimistic, unable to believe that a mystical winged-nymph, a siren, has crashed into a navy ship. That just fucking impossible. Until I see her with my own eyes. She’s a ravishing beauty that bewitches me within moments of our meeting.

    When the news about the siren leaks to the media, the situation escalates into a full-blown manhunt, the Cercius government sending their finest headhunters to terminate the magical creature. By then I’ve found my purpose in life again and refuse to let anyone get between me and the woman I’ve fallen in love with.

    Maybe I don’t know that she carries a dangerous secret as well, one that could threaten the existence of one and all. The secret that has made her the last of her kind. Well, do I care? I don’t f*cking think so…

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLizzie Lynn Lee
    Release dateJul 12, 2017
    ISBN9781386616962
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      The Last Siren - Lizzie Lynn Lee

      LIZZIE LYNN LEE

      Summary:

      Garth

      They say I’m a disposable hero, bitter and well on my way to a path of self-destruction. But when my mentor, an eccentric admiral, sends me on a fool’s errand, I remain pessimistic, unable to believe that a mystical winged-nymph, a siren, has crashed into a navy ship. That just fucking impossible. Until I see her with my own eyes. She’s a ravishing beauty that bewitches me within moments of our meeting.

      When the news about the siren leaks to the media, the situation escalates into a full-blown manhunt, the Cercius government sending their finest headhunters to terminate the magical creature. By then I’ve found my purpose in life again and refuse to let anyone get between me and the woman I’ve fallen in love with.

      Maybe I don’t know that she carries a dangerous secret as well, one that could threaten the existence of one and all. The secret that has made her the last of her kind. Well, do I care? I don’t fucking think so…

      Second Edition 2016

      ©Copyright Lizzie Lynn Lee December 2016

      Cover Art by (Lizzie Lynn Lee) ©Copyright (December/2016)

      Edited by Marisa Chenery

      This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

      This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

      Chapter One

      I just knew the day had gone to the toilet when my aide told me a bigwig from the Armada wanted me for an urgent conference call. I'd barely walked past my office door this morning when Admiral Bernd Graille’s call made me hurry to my desk. I didn’t mind if the call was about something important. But when the admiral bombarded me with a stupid story of how a siren had accidentally landed on his ship, I had to swallow my curse.

      Same shit, different day. What a surprise.

      First of all, sirens don’t exist. They were nothing but a myth that old farts told to their grandkids as a bedtime story.

      And secondly, it was six fucking forty-five a.m. and I needed some coffee to sober me up. I had quite a few drinks last night. With this bitchy hangover, I didn’t feel like listening to this kind of bullshit first thing in the morning. I straightened my back, facing the holovid screen on my desk, nodding as if I took him seriously. Admiral Graille bombarded me with the story about how difficult it had been for his sailors to climb on the ledge of the bridge room’s windshield in order to rescue the siren. I would imagine it was pretty tricky, considering not all men were fond of playing trapeze on the ship bulkhead in the middle of a storm.

      I fought the impulse to massage my temples from the pounding headache. I couldn't do that while I was being briefed. Admiral Graille was one of those old salts who adored the strict military rules like a pious evangelist. Sir, with all due respect, are you sure this siren isn’t some kind of mutagenesis? Archeria is famous for manufacturing genetically altered animals as exotic pets. And judging from the ship’s logs you gave me, I notice the Liberator patrolled near the Secrez De la Isle’s gulf last night. Biotrans Limited does have a manufacturing complex in that area. Perhaps it was a stray from a nearby offshore genelab facility.

      Major Garth Rand al'Noor. Admiral Graille gave me his famous scoff. Do you think I've gone senile in my old age, and can’t distinguish between animals and human beings?

      Sir, I didn’t mean to…

      We'd encountered severe gust fronts when I maneuvered my ship to Isabel de Orkh. We suspected the wind pocket had trapped the lass and thrown her straight to us. The poor girl was exhausted and couldn’t fly anymore.

      She was flying?

      Yes, she was flying, major. Her wings broke when she rammed on to the bridge’s windshield. My chief medic had to sedate her heavily. She resisted the medical attention we administered her.

      Wings? I repeated unconsciously. So far, what the admiral had told me made no sense at all. Human beings didn’t just fly. Millions of years’ worth of evolution hadn’t driven mankind to sprout wings in order to survive the harsh environments.

      Altering humans genetically was illegal in Cersius, and even in most parts of South Haven where they had sufficient technology to do it. It was possible, though, that those other countries in the Northern Rim would attempt such an abomination. Anything exotic fetched high prices in the black market nowadays. Maybe this mutated freak called a siren was smuggled goods that got loose.

      Yes, she has wings, major. Admiral Graille scowled even deeper. If you weren’t the only military attaché in Rangoon, I wouldn’t have bothered wasting my time trying to explain this incredible paranormal phenomenon to you.

      Sir, I didn’t mean to disrespect you. I shifted in my seat and sat straighter. As an attaché, I don’t think I’m qualified to handle paranormal phenomena. If you wish, I could refer you to a physic institute in Bergwin. I’m sure they can send their qualified scientists to help with the care of this…

      No. Out of the question. I don’t want any Archerian aboard my ship. I called you because I want to clarify this lassie’s legal status. I’m planning to send her home to Cersius.

      Cersius? Was he nuts? Sir, according to our treaty with the Archeria, we can’t take the bounty of the Coldmoor Sea for any reason. Your ship was sailing in the Archeria territory when it happened. From a legal point of view, she is Archerian property. With all due respect, sir, we have no right to detain her.

      I’m aware of that clause in the treaty, major. It only applies to non-sentient beings. However, in this case, she is a sentient being and that makes her a refugee. She is no different than you and I.

      Yeah, sure. Except with the addition of wings and a knack for crashing into a ship’s bridge windshield. I felt my grin lurking somewhere around the corner, so I fought hard to keep my expression serious. I didn’t want to inflame the admiral’s irritation. After all, Admiral Graille was a famous naval commander of the seventh fleet of the Cersius armada. If the admiral wasn’t the brother of Prince Consort, he would have been ousted from his commission years ago. In order not to offend the Crown by forcing Admiral Graille into retirement, General Dex, the Armed Forces’ supreme commander, had appointed the admiral to command an aircraft carrier to patrol the Coldmoor, the outpost territory of Cersius that bordered Rangoon, Archeria.

      The post I dreaded and loathed.

      Are you proposing asylum for her, sir?

      That is exactly what I had in mind, major. My chief legal officer told me as a Cersius military attaché you can process the necessary paperwork since she was rescued on a military ship.

      I’m afraid I don’t have the judicial right to grant a person asylum, sir. Only Ambassador Rees has that kind of authority. If I may suggest you contact the ambassador directly in our embassy in Gergenon and…

      Absolutely not! Admiral Graille interjected with vehemence. I’d rather tango with a two-headed rattlesnake than have to deal with that pompous ass Rees. My chief legal officer told me if I petition on her behalf, you’ll be able to give her a temporary visa. If she has a visa, I’ll be able to fly her to Cersius. Once she’s safe at home, I’ll be able to pull some strings to make her a citizen.

      The admiral’s outburst caught me off guard. The strain between the admiral and Ambassador Rees was common knowledge in the Cersius royal court. But I didn’t think the admiral’s loathing of Ambassador Rees ran so deeply. I thought hard for a long moment. Luckily, my hangover had ebbed and I was fully awake by now, even though I still needed my daily dose of caffeine.

      I’ll see what I can do, sir. I need to consult on this matter with my superiors in Cersius first.

      You can do better, major. Admiral Graille gestured impatiently. I have arranged a chopper to pick you up at nine hundred hours sharp. I want you to see the siren yourself. If you see her in person, I’m sure you won’t have a second thought about fighting for her freedom and status. She really needs our help, major.

      Sir, I’m booked solid today. I can’t—

      Cancel all your appointments. You need to make this case your priority.

      But, sir—

      Son, Admiral Graille cut me off with a sugary tone, "I hate to be a nuisance, but this is

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