“You said so yourself, Bliss. He’s Made, you’re Born.” Without any more of an explanation Grim turns and heads back into the estate.
Amelia tugs my hand. “Come on, sis, let’s go.”
I shake my head. “I can’t just leave him here.”
“You can and you will,” Liz says firmly. “It’s not like you can stage a prison break.”
I take one last look behind me, as if I could see all the way into the room to catch a glimpse of him. Of the siren that might be my bondmate.
Maybe I can’t stage a prison break, but I am going to get him released somehow.
I convince Amelia and Liz to stick around London for a few more days. I need to get into contact with someone from Voracious Maw. Evan or Shaun, they’ll know what to do to get Pisces released. Liz had the foresight to pack some clothes for me just in case, and when we get to the hotel, I shoot a quick text to Simon and change.
Amelia’s tying a new ribbon into my hair as my phone beeps. Simon’s texted an address to me. Amelia insists on going with me, and I’m grateful for the company, honestly. I know it’s a big step for her. She hasn’t seen Evan since he was sick.
We find our way to an old church just outside London and make our way up the crumbling steps.
The property is creepy looking, and it doesn’t help that there seems to be a thick layer of fog encompassing the grounds. Amelia uses the ornate metal door knocker to announce our arrival. It takes a few minutes for the door to open and Simon greets us with a somber expression. “Hey, succubus sisters, come on in,” he tries to joke. Amelia passes him, squeezing his shoulder lightly. I stop and give him a quick hug.
“The others are this way,” Simon says, leading us down a hallway, then through another hallway. The place is like a maze. “Here we are.”
We come to a stop in a large open living room where the entirety of Voracious Maw—excluding Pisces—is seated, wearing matching worried expressions.
Evan and Amelia exchange a quick look but say nothing. Whatever might be going on between them, or not going on, is put on hold for now.
Shaun gets up, shaking both our hands. “What brings you here?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I say, taking a seat that Shaun motions to. “The fae council has Pisces and we need to get him out.”
“We know,” Evan says flatly.
“Youknow?” Amelia repeats. We exchange glances.
“Yes, we know.” Evan unfolds his crossed legs and gets up, the movement oddly familiar. It takes the same amount of time for him to cross over to one of the windows as it does for me to put two and two together.
“Evan Lyra, right?” I ask. Evan’s shoulders tense.
“Right,” he replies, turning back around and looking at us. “It’s my father that’s keeping Pisces.”
“So what? You’re not going to do anything about it?”
The fire in the hearth blazes for a beat, as if Evan is thinking about calling it to him. “Of course not. But we can’t just stalk in there and grab him and leave.”
Shaun gets up, going and standing next to Evan. “If that’s why you came here, then it’s best for you to go. We’ve got this under control. We’ll get him out. He’s our friend, not yours, not after what you did.”
“What I did?” I exclaim, looking between the two.
“Maybe we should all take a minute,” Benny says softly from his seated position on the couch. “Arguing isn’t going to help.”
I ignore him, narrowing my eyes on Shaun. “What did I do?”
Shaun laughs hollowly. “You’re Born fae. You know what a rune means, and yet, you didn’t tell him you were mates. All the times you’ve seen him, you said nothing.”
“There was no rune!” I yell. Amelia puts her hand on my forearm. I take a few breaths. “His eyes are runeless. And supposedly he sees a rune in my eye. What am I supposed to do with that?”
Evan shakes his head like he thinks I’m lying. “We don’t want or need your help. What are you going to do anyways, sleep your way into the fae estate and lead Pisces out the front door?”
“Watch yourself, bondmate,” Amelia threatens. “I’d love a reason to kick your fucking ass.”
