Page 95 of Siren’s Secret

“Weird how?” Ilijas focused on Jarred.

“Like… it’s drunk. Spinning or dizzy.”

“Ah. That’s a normal side effect of lalwe root. It’ll pass. She might be sick and have a headache, but those should pass soon. If she wakes and complains about any other pain or either of you sense anything, get me immediately.”

“Okay,” Marc said. “Can we move her now?”

“Maybe get her some clothes that haven’t been in her room, but then yes. Rest and quiet are the best medicine.”

“I’ll get her some,” Jarred replied and got up.

Irishen stroked Wayla’s hair. A thin layer of frost spread over her wet hair and she sighed deeply. How that could feel good was beyond Marc, but clearly it did, so he kept his mouth shut and looked around.

“Where’s Hellion?” Marc was surprised when he couldn’t spot the male. It seemed like everyone else was here. Zahir was helping Chrissy pack, Salis was doing the same with Diana, Ginny already had her stuff in order. The only ones missing were Hellion and Hazard.

Irishen looked up too, frowning. “He’s not here?”

“Not that I can see.”

“You two worry about Wayla now,” Ilijas said as he climbed to his feet. “I’ll tell Sinister or Zahir to check on Hellion and Hazard.”

“Okay.” That was an easy suggestion to follow.

Jarred returned with some clothes and together they got Wayla dressed. Marc expected either male to snarl at him for being so close to their mate and Claimed when she was hurt, but neither did. They tackled the task with grim determination, and Marc’s help was accepted without a word.

“I drove here,” Irishen said once Wayla was bundled up. “Jarred, you got her?”

“Sure.” Jarred lifted Wayla up in his arms, and Marc hurried to support her head before it could roll to the side.

“Let’s move it then. You coming, mage?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Marc replied without any real heat. They walked out, leaving Sinister in charge. At the last moment, Irishen stopped and fished out keys from his pocket.

“Salis,” he shouted and threw the keys at the angel. “I’ll text you the security codes.”

“Got it,” Salis replied, arm around Diana’s shoulders, who leaned into his side.

Once they got outside, Marc looked for Irishen’s telltale sports car and couldn’t spot it. There was one bright blue minivan parked on the lawn, though. Irishen pressed a key and a side door slid open. Marc’s mouth dropped. He couldn’t help it.

“A minivan.”

“Magical tanker masquerading as a suburban midlife crisis van,” Irishen corrected him.

“A. Fucking. Mini. Van.”

Irishen sighed morosely. “Yeah.”

The laughter that bubbled up from Marc was real, and he hurried after Jarred, who easily slid inside with Wayla.

“Oh sparkle.” He chuckled. “This is golden.”

“Just wait until she makes you change your car,” Irishen grumbled.

“I don’t have a car.” Marc grinned.

“She likes my bike,” Jarred added helpfully and kissed Wayla’s cheek. “Don’t you, precious?”

“Just you wait,” Irishen said and started the car. The way it roared to life made Marc laugh again. Whatever was under the hood certainly hadn’t come with factory settings.