I rolled my eyes, while Brock laughed across from me. I’d forgotten he could hear Cass and me.
‘No. Come over,’was all I said, blushing a little.
I looked at my alpha. “Can you put a shirt on so I can concentrate?”
A huge grin swept across his face, and he stood, leaning forward to kiss me chastely before disappearing into the house. Mercifully, he returned clothed. Across the field, my friends came into view. Cass, his little wings fluttering, and Molly with her hair in a purple top knot.
“How old is Cass?” Brock asked.
“Like two hundred.”
He was an old bastard, that was for sure.
“And the pink fur... was he born like that or…?”
My eyes widened as my friends approached. “Shhh. We don’t talk about that.”
It had taken me years to break Cass out of his hot pink fur insecurity. Brock simply chuckled, and put his hands in the air in defeat.
Cass couldn’t fly high enough to get up over the railing because his wings were comically small, so instead he dropped to the ground and took the stairs, with Molly behind him.
My demon imp partner was wearing a pair of sensible, black biking shorts that reached his knees. Very unlike him.
I eyed him suspiciously. “What’s going on? You’re dressed weird.”
He looked down at the boring shorts and sighed. “I was up all night with Molly poring over Calista’s files. Mack finally sent them over.” He held a small stack of papers.
“What did you find?” He’d piqued my curiosity and I hated waiting.
His wary gaze went to Brock. “Is he in our group now?” His voice indicated that he’d prefer I say he wasn’t. Cass was the jealous type. Anything that threatened our friendship made him rabid.
“Yes. He’s with us now,” I confirmed. After last night, I was sure I trusted the alpha.
My reassurance had an effect on Brock. His body posture softened, and he leaned into me, but I pretended not to notice.
Cass sighed, as if resigned to the new arrangement. “Alright, prepare yourself. Molly, you may present our findings.”
Molly perked up, smoothing her ACDC t-shirt over her ripped jean shorts, and straightening her posture. “Well, to put it bluntly, Calista is one of triplet sisters.”
The moment the words left her mouth, my spoon crashed to my plate. “What? How? Where is the third?” I asked in a rush.
Calista was loose and the second was locked up. There’d better not be a third crazy scary siren out there to find. It had to be a mistake, right?
Molly started to pace. “That’s the thing, we found old records of the founding supernaturals and what year they got here, who’s in their family, etcetera…”
“Okay…” I was hanging on her every word.
Molly stopped pacing to look at me dramatically. “Calista and her sister were some of the original sirens to come here, and they reported that their third sister got left behind. Behind‘the gate.’They filed a loss form and everything.”
I shot to my feet. “The gate? She mentioned a gate?”
Holy shit!
Molly nodded. “So we searched all the lore we could get our hands on, and it turns out these three sirens are super evil. Like, they steal humanity’s soul to get more powerful, kind of evil. And when they’re all together, that’s exactly what they do.”
My heart began to pound. “Steal humanity’s soul?” I was aware that dark sirens lured unsuspecting men, and fed off their souls every few years to keep them young, but what Molly was saying sounded bigger.
“I remember hearing stories of three siren sisters a long time ago.” Cass answered this time. “If Calista finds the gate and gets her sister out, the two of them will for sure manage to free the other one from prison. And then the siren triplets will be too powerful to stop. Humanity could go extinct.”
