“Now that, I cannot agree too.”
I scoffed. “You can’t honestly expect us to agree to murder.”
“No one said that either, stupid girl.”
I opened my mouth to argue.
Sirena held up a hand. “If you have to kill, be assured it will be someone or something who richly deserves it. Now, will you agree to those terms?”
I could see Moira’s thoughts all over her face. Not like I have a choice.
“I will agree,” I said finally. Moira needed the help.
“Fine,” Moira said, with much less grace than me.
Sirena laughed and clapped her hands. “Good. Come to me in three days’ time. Meet here at seven p.m. I will show you what you are, and I will show you how to control your new gifts.”
With that, the siren stood. “Now, before I take my leave, I have one more question for you.”
Moira and I stared at her expectantly.
Sirena’s irises went full-on cerulean blue. Her voice changed and strange magic swirled around her curvaceous form. “Have you seen your banshee lately?”
Before the thought could penetrate, Sirena disappeared in a splash of cold water, leaving Moira and I gaping at each other on the bench.
“Shit,” Moira breathed. “I haven’t seen Tess in at least twenty-four hours.”
My brain scrambled as I tried to piece a timeline together. “She was at work when Lou fell through the roof, right?”
Moira nodded. “But we didn’t see her at all. Lou came through and Tess was gone.” Her brow furrowed. “Did you see her leave that evening?”
I shook my head.
Moira cursed and pulled her cell out. “I’m texting Ash.”
It took less than a minute for the dryad to respond. Moira closed her eyes. “He hasn’t seen her either. Ash thought you let Tess go early. He texted her earlier today and she never responded.”
“Shit,” I breathed. “Do you think Lou has her?”
“Let’s hope not,” she said ominously.
Both of us rose from the bench at the same time. Tess wasn’t an easy target, but depending on who Lou really was, it might not matter.
Chapter
Eleven
CAELAN
Few shifters wore perfume or cologne. Most paranormal beings had an enhanced sense of smell and could scent shifters much faster than the average human. Wearing any sort of perfumed body products threw any chances of stealth right out the window.
Rachel was either profoundly stupid or she wanted me to know she was here. I stopped at the entrance to my bedroom and waited for her to reveal herself.
Seconds later, she walked out from the bathroom area, wearing a blue satin robe loosely tied around her waist. One of the shoulders had fallen, no doubt on purpose, showcasing an expanse of pale, creamy skin. She wore her hair loose and tumbling over her shoulder in a wave of amber. Her green eyes shone in the low light.
Rachel slunk toward me, a seductive smile curving her full lips, her bare feet making no sound on the floor. I held my hand up.
“Do. Not.”
