Page 125 of Siren’s Secret

Hellion still failed to see the issue. Her grandfather wanted to keep her safe. What was wrong with that? She was his heir. He should do everything he could to ensure her safety.

“You still don’t get it, do you?”

He shrugged.

Wayla groaned and rubbed her eyes with a pained expression. Then she lifted her gaze to meet his again. “Let me spell this out for you then. High Lord of Stormbringers, my grandfather, is coming to see where his heir apparent lives. That’s me. And where do I live, Hellion?”

“Huh?”

“Where. Do. I. Live?”

“Here?”

Wayla nodded. “And who do I live with?” She looked at him expectantly. And waited. And waited. And then it clicked.

“Fuuuuck,” Hellion groaned, and an evil smile spread over Wayla’s face.

“Yup. He wants to see with his own eyes what kind of company his heir apparent is keeping. And he’s bringing along a good friend. Care to guess who that is?”

Hellion shook his head, but he had a sick feeling growing in his stomach.

“Your father. The High Lord of Stormbringers and The Only Lord of Hell are coming over for a visit. Tonight.”

Apparently, the whole house had been listening because when Wayla dropped that last little tidbit, everyone exploded into movement at once.

A couple of hours later and the house had never looked so fucking clean and pristine. Ilijas, Sim, Yash, and Marc were going over all the protective spells and barriers to refresh and strengthen everything.

Irishen and Jarred were making sure Wayla’s new room had absolutely everything she could ever possibly need. Hellion’s contribution to that was a glass dildo melted in hellfire. He had expected to get a fuck you from her mates, but the thing just went into a drawer on her bedside table.

Grant and Xuan were informing the school and taking care of the paperwork. Two lords suddenly visiting would raise quite a scandal otherwise. All the alarms their arrival would trip would cause chaos. Hellion could have gone with them but well, he was still brooding.

Wayla had locked herself in the bathroom to get ready. Hellion had no idea what that would entail, but he was smart enough to direct Chrissy up straight away when she arrived. Sinister and Zahir were delegated to moving people and things around as fast as was needed.

Hazard had taken over the kitchen, and Justin was helping. Food was Hazard’s domain, and Justin was their designated bartender. Both were cursing about the lack of ice until Irishen passed by the kitchen and blasted the freezer full of the stuff.

“Good quality ice,” Justin muttered and went back to prepping glasses and infusions and whatever else he deemed necessary for a proper cocktail.

They were all acting crazy. Hellion shook his head as he watched the chaos unfold. So, he wasn’t super excited about his father coming to visit, but fuck if he was going to clean his room for that. He was heir apparent, not a third prince. Fuck, all of them were high in their factions, not some simpering fools.

Rationally, he knew that two high lords were a big deal in any circle, but he wasn’t feeling too rational. The moment Wayla had spent screaming at him was the highlight of his existence these last weeks. Realizing that he was replaying the way her eyes sparkled and how her lips moved made Hellion even crankier. Maybe he should slip out.

Chrissy came down two hours later and gave him a disgusted look. Zahir was there to take her home and Hellion had the urge to stick his tongue out at her back. He refrained.

“Are you trying to piss off Wayla or your father?” Grant asked when he returned with Xuan.

“The school has been informed,” Xuan added. “They understandably weren’t too elated about the short notice.”

“That’s not their place,” Hellion replied, but Xuan shook his head.

“I’m not going to get sucked into your shit today, Hellion. I like Wayla. If she says we need to take her grandfather’s visit seriously, we will. Got it, little prince?”

Hellion blinked. Xuan was usually easygoing, but now the older fae prince was giving him a serious look.

“What are you trying to say, Your Highness?”

Xuan rolled his eyes. “Go change your fucking clothes, Hellion.” With that, he walked out of the room. Grant chuckled and followed him, leaving Hellion alone to stare at his ripped jeans and faded T-shirt.

“What if I don’t want to?” he mumbled.