Page 97 of Siren’s Secret

“Here, drink some more,” Marc said, holding a cup with a straw out for her. Grateful, Wave sipped the lukewarm water until her throat felt better.

“How long was I out this time?” she whispered.

“Roughly twelve hours,” Marc replied. “It’s Friday evening now.”

The door crashed open, causing Wave to spill what was left in the cup.

“Where is she?” Hellion roared before freezing in place when he saw her. Wave blinked owlishly, trying to figure out what was going on. For some reason, she had an urge to lash out at Hellion, but she couldn’t puzzle out why.

“Calm down, Hellion,” Irishen said. “She’ll be fine.”

“Fine? FINE?” Hellion’s volume rose. “She was attacked—”

Electricity ran over Wave’s arms when Hellion took a step toward Irishen. Her mate. She needed to protect her mate. It was pure instinct, and it brought back the memory of Hellion advancing on Jarred.

“Cut it out, Lion,” Irishen snapped. When Hellion took another step, Marc’s hands clamped over Wave’s and he curled around her. Was he protecting her from something, or something from her wasn’t clear, but he put himself between her sizzling hands and the rest of the room.

“Easy there, sparkle,” he murmured.

Irishen threw a quick glance at them and then he stepped right into Hellion and grasped the demon’s neck with one hand and his hair with another.

“Cut. It. Out. Now.” His tone made Wave shiver and pussy pulse. The air around the two of them crackled with burning heat and ice. To her utter surprise, it calmed her instincts. Her mate was holding his own very well. In fact, he was the dominant of the two, despite Hellion’s strength.

“That’s it, sparkle. Deep breaths,” Marc murmured into her ear.

Hellion snarled at Irishen, but the male yanked his head back and a circle of ice appeared around Hellion’s throat.

“You are upsetting my mate, Lion. Calm down before I make you.”

“You wouldn’t dare—”

“Try me. She’s my mate.”

“Not that this display isn’t turning Wayla on,” Marc decided to butt in. “But she still needs that shower and food and rest.”

Both males glanced in their direction and Wave was sure her cheeks were flushed. It didn’t take much to imagine the two of them just like that, but naked. She expected to feel jealous, but all she sensed was a curious flutter in her stomach and her nipples turning even harder.

Hellion’s fiery crackle went out first, quickly followed by Irishen’s icy haze. Irishen let go of Hellion and they stepped away from each other, still tense but not explosive anymore.

“Spoilsport,” Wave muttered. Marc gentled his hold on her and massaged her fingers and arms until the sizzle of electricity was gone.

“What happened?” Hellion asked in a more reasonable tone.

“That’s what all of us need to know,” Marc said. “Where were you?”

“I got called back to Hell with Hazard,” Hellion replied. “I thought we were going to be just a moment, but it was one thing after another. Didn’t you get the message?”

“Called back by whom?” Irishen asked.

“Ornozh,” Hellion said. “What happened?”

“Ornozh? Not your father or Esserieh? Why would he call you and Hazard back?” Marc pressed.

“There was an area dispute and Father was busy.” Hellion ignored his other questions. He focused on Wave. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

Her reply got a snarl from Marc and a furious growl from Irishen.