“Right,” Pisces responds, looking off to the horizon as if he’s bored.
Jordan huffs out a breath of frustration as he tries to move away from Pisces. “Fine, let’s just get this weird siren feeding shit out of the way so I can go.”
Pisces’ smirk widens into a feral grin. “What makes you think after I feed there will be anything left?”
“Siren lures are meant to feed off emotion, aren’t they? That’s what I’ve heard.”
Pisces shrugs. “I don’t think there’s a hard and fast rule.”
Fear finally finds its way into Jordan’s eyes. He thrashes against whatever magical hold Pisces has on him.
“Why did you do it?” Pisces asks, taking a threatening step towards his prey. Jordan is almost a full head shorter than Pisces and the way my mate stalks forward towards him does something to me. Each step is powerful, deliberate.
Pisces circles Jordan, waiting for an answer.
“Do what?” Jordan asks, licking his lips.
“Try to frame me for murder?”
He swallows. “I didn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You viciously murdered at least three women.”
“No, that wasn’t me. It was Jinx.”
“Your weasel shifting friend has an alibi for all three.”
“Bring it home,” Grim mutters besides me.
I wait with baited breath for Pisces to draw out a confession. They’re circling it like water down a drain.
“It’s just you and me,” Pisces says, coming to stand behind Jordan. He leans down to whisper in his ear. “Why don’t you just confess? Who knows, maybe it’ll make your time in the afterlife not so bad if you own up to what you’ve done before you die.”
Jordan stills and slowly looks around, a smile curling his lips. He laughs again. “Does she get off on watching you feed? Did you enjoy the taste of her sweet cunt?” I startle at the question and Reese squeezes my hand. There’s no way Jordan could know Pisces healed me if he hasn’t been keeping close tabs on me. Or is he just assuming and taking a stab in the dark?
Pisces comes to a halt before Jordan, standing in between the vampire and the fountain.
“Time’s up,mate,” Jordan says. He lunges forward, pushing Pisces into the fountain, biting into his throat. Jordan gets up, cackling. He toes Pisces’ limp body in the water and spits on him. “I’m going to have so much fun tracking down Bliss. She’s going to be mine. And I’m going to march on over to the fae council and tell them how you admitted to murdering those humans and how you told me all this before you tried to kill me.”
Jordan picks up Pisces by the scalp, wrenching his head up out of the water. He leans down close to Pisces, whispering, “It won’t take any convincing. You’re a crazed siren, after all.”
All reasoning leaves me as Jordan takes Pisces’ head in between his hands, snapping his neck with his vampire strength in less than a second.
A second.
A second for me to lose everything.
“No!” I scream.
I run out from our hiding place, Grim at my side. I slam into Jordan, knocking him down into the shallow water and punching his face and chest with as much strength as I can muster. “How could you?! How dare you?!”
I’m just a collection of anger and fury, blood spraying as strong hands grip me and pull me off the vampire.
“It’s done, Bliss, it’s done. We got him,” Taser murmurs softly, folding me into his chest. “Shh, it’s done.”
No, no, it can’t be. This can’t be happening.
My mate.
