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

turned on him because of the power he wielded. Poison filled her ears, turning her against him.
    Or had that jealousy always been present? He wished he could remember more, but he feared what the return of his past would show him.
    Please, don’t let me have been the one who drove her to that.
    He scrubbed himself clean, rinsing off and turning off the water. He needed to get the rest of his memories back. If anything in them could harm Cassie, he needed to know. If the same demon went after her, whispered poisoned lies in her ear, would she be able to resist? Or would she fall to the same jealousies that had hounded Titannia, taking a sweet woman and turning her into a nightmare?
    Part of him believed Cassie would never turn. The gift she had would allow her to avoid the traps, see the disharmonies for what they were.
    Part of him still believed anyone could be turned under the right circumstances.
    He dried off, grimacing as he dressed once more in his dirty suit. Maybe he should have taken Ruby up on her offer of some clothing, but the thought of wearing anything other than gray or silver seemed oddly wrong. He shuddered at the idea of putting on blue jeans. It just wasn’t him.
    He untangled his hair using the comb that Aileen had lent him before heading into the bedroom he’d been assigned. He stared out the window, unable to rest.
    Everything hinged on getting his memories back. Saving Cassie, avoiding the fate Shane had shown him, getting his throne back…all of it. He was the only one who could keep it from happening. And he had to trust in Cassie in order to do it.
    He sighed, staring across the gravel and dirt drive to the building that housed Shane’s workshop and the sculptures. If he didn’t allow himself to trust her, if he gave in to the coldness the thought of Titannia invoked, then they would both be doomed.
    A knock on the door startled him. “Sire?”
    “Come.”
    He turned and faced the door, smiling slightly when Jaden walked through. “Dinner will be ready shortly.”
    “Excellent.” His stomach rumbled, and he wondered when his last meal had been.
    Probably the one that poisoned you and messed with your head. He grimaced, his appetite waning.
    “Can I speak freely?” Jaden settled uninvited on the end of Oberon’s bed.
    “Of course.” Oberon clasped his hands behind his back, ready to listen to what the vampire had to say. Something about Jaden was familiar. A gleam in his eye, the flash of green that broke up the dark brown, or perhaps the way he sat, Oberon wasn’t sure. But he found himself relaxing in the man’s presence in a way he hadn’t with any of the other members of this odd family.
    “I think I know why Shane doesn’t want you in Robin’s hands.” Jaden shivered. “I hate not telling him where you are, I really do. But…”
    “But?”
    Jaden looked toward the door. When he spoke, his voice was much quieter. “I think it has to do with your memory loss. If Robin knows where you are, he’ll be forced by the gods’ laws to put you back on the throne of the High King.”
    “Where I’ll be vulnerable to whoever poisoned me.”
    “Exactly. Right now, you know you can trust Robin and us, but who else had access to you? Who could have gotten close enough to do this to you? We might not figure it out until it’s too late if you’re back in the Gray Palace. But if you’re with Cassie, we’re free to investigate who the traitor might be, knowing you’re safe with her.” Jaden glanced toward the door once more. “What I can do, if you so order, is inform Robin and the rest of the Blades that you’ve been seen, but not where you are . I can make sure he’s aware that you’re in safe, trusted hands and that you’ll be returning as soon as possible.”
    “Do it.”
    “Yes, sire.” The relief on Jaden’s face was telling. The man really didn’t like hiding things from Robin Goodfellow. “I’ll send him the message as soon as you’re gone.”
    “Will it be