Page 24 of Siren’s Secret

Grant moved to stand beside him, face an impassive mask. After a moment of silence, he spoke. “Fuck if I know. For some reason, I have the urge to beat up Hellion’s ass and smack you around on top of that.”

“Would probably be well deserved on both accounts,” Irishen replied drily, his brain slowly starting back up again.

Grant chuckled. “Certainly. Anyway, try not to be an ass so I don’t have to render you to pieces. I like that girl. She reminds me of—well, fuck, that’s it.”

“What’s it?”

An evil smile spread over Grant’s face and he ignored Irishen’s question. “Excuse me, I have some heads to bash together.”

With that, he turned and left Irishen gaping after him. Then he pulled himself together and fished his phone out of his pocket before calling Ginny. She was his designated contact person among Wayla’s roommates until Diana said otherwise, and Irishen would honor those boundaries.

It took way too long for his peace of mind for Ginny to pick up, but once she did, she didn’t waste words.

“She’s here with Sinister.”

“Okay.” Irishen sighed. “Thanks for letting me know.”

Ginny hung up.

Well, at least he now knew she had made it home. Now he just had to figure out how the fuck he was going to handle the rest of this mess.

Chapter 14 – Wave

Wave didn’t have time to panic further before she found herself in front of her own door.

“Can’t portal in,” Sinister said but didn’t release his hold on her arm.

“What?”

“We need to talk before you do something dangerous and run,” Sinister replied.

“But…”

Sinister reached past her and opened the door, firmly guiding her inside. Ginny looked up from her book when they stomped inside and opened her mouth to speak.

“We are going to have a little chat in Wayla’s room. Make sure it doesn’t leak,” Sinister threw out the order like he expected everyone to always do his bidding. Apparently, it worked, since Ginny nodded with wide eyes and Wave shrugged helplessly.

Once her door was closed behind them, Sinister released his hold on her. Wave wasn’t sure if she wanted to fight her way out or hide under the bed. Sinister’s soft smile held her in place.

“I’m not going to tell a soul, Wayla.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t expect you to. Not without proof, and you won’t get that without time.”

“Why would you keep my secret?” Wave hated how her voice trembled.

Sinister inhaled sharply. “Because I know a little about how much secrets can hurt. Especially if they are dragged out in the open.”

“Hurt?” Wave snorted. “They kill.”

“There are worse things than death,” Sinister replied, with a knowing look in his eyes. “I think you know a lot about that.” When Wave flinched back, Sinister held up his palms and retreated a step. “You met Rosaliz,” he hurried to say.

“The naked succubus goddess?”

That brought a slight smile to his lips. “Yeah, her.”

“What about her?”