I gasp. “I didn’t know you could make dark jokes.”
“Anything to see you smile.”
24. The siren I love to hate
Nevaeh
“Shake the can before opening it. It’ll help the flavors mix better.”
I should’ve known better than to trust Hazel. When has Sharky given anyone advice, let alonegoodadvice?
So why am I surprised that the moment I open the can—after aggressively shaking it to “improve the flavor”—soda explodeseverywhere?
I pinch my soaked hoodie and tug it away from my chest, wiping the disgusting, sticky drink from my face with my other hand.
A loud ring of laughter drowns my horrified gasp. I spin around to find August doubled over in hysterics beside the siren I should’ve killed a long time ago.
I chuck the can in the trash and charge after them, fully prepared to send the siren’s soul straight to purgatory. But before I can get my hands on the tricksters, Hazel makes a run for it with August right behind her.
“You’re a dead woman walking!”
Footsteps thunder down the hallway, then Angel bursts into the kitchen, panting like he sprinted two floors to get here. Which, knowing him, he absolutely did.
The man is so in tune with everything I do, I’m honestly surprised he didn’t show upbeforeI even shook the can.
Angel’s frantic eyes sweep over me, taking in my soaked hair and the puddle of sticky soda at my feet.
“I heard you scream.”
“That evil siren told me to shake the fucking can!”
Angel sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “Oh,sweetheart. I thought you knew better than to trust Hazel when she’s being nice.”
He grabs a rag, runs it under the tap, and wrings it out. Then, tangling his fingers in my hair, he tilts my face up and cleans the mess.
My shoulders slump when he pulls off my hoodie and tosses it in the trash.
RIP, my favorite blue hoodie.
“All done. Now turn that frown upside down.”
I push my bottom lip out, pouting at my ruined hoodie.
Angel grips my chin between his fingers, his eyes bearing into mine before he leans in to nip my pout. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll let you steal another one from me.”
The heat in his gaze burns something low in my stomach. And like he has the same needy feeling running through his veins, Angel pulls me into a searing kiss.
We might’ve stayed in our little bubble of sweet kisses and grabby hands… if Seiji hadn’t popped out of thin air, scaring the absolute crap out of me.
“Not again! I swear, everywhere I turn, someone is eating someone’s face off. This used to be a house of brotherhood, but all you horny assholes have destroyed the sanctity of it. Anxo, I will throw up all over this kitchen if you don’t stop right this second.”
Angel reluctantly steps back with a glare aimed at Seiji. He doesn’t even bother to argue, just slumps against me, resting his face in the crook of my neck. Exhaustion has drained the last of his energy.
The poor guy has been dog-tired all week, helping Harvey transition into his new role as the rightful heir of War.
There was supposed to be a grand coronation for Harvey, but that got derailed when my sister and best friend decided they wanted to get married on the same day. And that’s when all hell broke loose.
Before Harvey could explain why he wanted to combine both events, Seiji leaped out of his chair, screaming at anyonein earshot to stop slacking and start preparing for the wedding immediately.
