“Of course.” He stood, and slipped the photo into his pocket, reaching out to help me stand.
Once I was up, his phone rang.
“This is Brock.” He held the phone to his ear but didn’t let go of me.
The voice on the other end was female, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying.
Concern laced his voice. “Well, what is it?”
I attempted to read what was going on from his eyes, but he wouldn’t meet mine. After a beat he hung up the phone.
“Sabine thinks she’s figured out what’s wrong with you.”
A mixture of relief and fear crashed through me in equal measure. “What is it?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
He shrugged, but didn’t look happy. “Said she had to tell us in person.”
Oh God, that was bad. That was really fucking bad.
In a daze, I followed Brock out of the house and over to his truck, the whole time my mind cycling through what might be wrong with me. That was, until Brock opened the car door for me, and a blue pearl rested on my seat.
A blue pearl that hadn’t been there before. A strangled gasp of shock left my throat, and Brock’s gaze hurried to follow my own.
The siren.
“Shit!” He cursed and pulled out his phone. “That damn siren is on our property. Do a perimeter search now,” he barked.
His bold orders about a siren had my head reeling. How did he know that a blue pearl was a siren’s calling card? And how did he know about my siren issue? Unless he had his own...
“What siren?” I mean, technically there could be more than one causing trouble.
He sighed. “Get in the truck.”
I did as he asked, and as soon as we were both inside the cabin, he hurried to lock the doors. “That deal that I said went bad the night we met, it was with a siren. One of a set of twins. Nasty women my father got involved with.”
Twins. He said twins.
I swallowed hard. “Calista?” As soon as I spoke her name, the look on his face told me everything I needed to know.
“How do you know her?” he asked, barreling toward his house. Wolves were bursting from the bushes, noses to the ground, scouting the property.
“She’s one of my recent bounty cases. I caught her and her sister, but then she broke out, so I’m on the hunt for her again. Cass is out looking for her now.”
He groaned. “That makes sense.”
We should have had this conversation a week ago! I wondered how forthcoming he’d be with information. “What deal did you have with her?”
He pulled up to his porch, where Sabine was waiting. Ray stood next to her with a shotgun in his hand.
“Let’s worry about this later. My boys are on it and we need to get you better.” His reply was obviously to keep from having to tell me about the deal. It was clear our newfound friendship didn’t run very deep.
I would have argued, but dammit he was right. I needed to know what the hell was wrong with me before I lost any more weight. Exiting the car, I crutched my way to the porch, where Ray exchanged a few brief words with his alpha before running off into the tree line.
Sabine ushered us over to a quiet area, while her eagle eyes scanned my body as if looking for visible injuries.
“What is it? Just tell me,” I blurted out anxiously.
Her eyes flicked to Brock and she sighed. “You’re pregnant, and from the rumors, I’m guessing the baby is his.”
