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The vibration between us rises until it feels like every nerve beneath my skin has tuned itself to her, and when I lower my head, Echo’s chin lifts without hesitation.

I stop just short of her mouth. Close enough to feel her breath against my lips. Close enough that the tip of her nose brushes mine when she inhales. Close enough to kiss her while still giving her the chance to tell me I’ve read this whole fucking thing wrong.

Her eyes lift to mine.

I wait.

Echo could turn her head, push against my chest, or pull that knife she’s carrying and put it somewhere fucking unpleasant. Instead, her fingers slide higher, curling into my shirt and tugging as she pulls me the last fraction closer.

Her lips brush mine. The contact is barely fucking there, but the reaction sure as hell isn’t.

Her frequency crashes into mine, a violent pulse surging through me as my hellhound lunges toward her siren. Echo gasps against my mouth, her fingers clenching in my shirt, and my hand locks around her waist as heat floods every inch of me.

Fuck.

I feel her everywhere.

Her mouth hovering against mine. Her body pressed into me. That silent song moving beneath my skin while something inside me keeps answering it, even though Malgrave made damn sure I had no fucking sound left to give.

Echo pulls back barely enough to look at me, breathing harder, and whatever question is sitting in those pale green eyes is probably the same one beating the shit out of my head.

What the fuck are we doing?

I have no answer.

So, I lower my mouth again.

This time she meets me halfway, her hand sliding around the back of my neck as my fingers tighten at her waist. Our lips brush again, slower this time, lingering long enough for me to feel her soften into me before I turn my head, ready to finally take the kiss we’ve been circling since she walked into this fucking garage.

When the door slams open hard enough to crack against the wall.

Echo jerks against me, and my hellhound goes from completely focused on her to ready to tear apart whoever just interrupted us. I spin toward the door on instinct, shifting my body in front of hers while keeping one hand locked around her waist. A growl surges up my chest. My throat tightens around it, but I’m met with nothing but silence.

The reminder hits hard enough to make my jaw clench.

Sentinel stands in the doorway. His gaze travels over me first, then the silver-haired siren still half-hidden behind my shoulder, before dropping pointedly to my hand around her waist. When he looks back at my face, his eyebrows climb. “Well.”

I glare at him hard enough that, before tonight, it would have come with a growl promising all kinds of painful shit.

His mouth twitches.

Motherfucker.

“This seems like a terrible time to remind you that you can’t yell at me anymore.”

My middle finger shoots up.

Sentinel grins. “Yeah, there he is.”

I keep the finger exactly where it is. His gaze slides past me to Echo, then drops to my hand still locked around her waist before coming back to my face, and the grin gets wider.

Fucking fantastic.

“I was coming to tell you Raze wants everyone winding down.” His gaze drops pointedly between us before that shit-eating grin spreads across his face. “But judging by what I just interrupted, you two were only getting revved up.”

Echo makes a strangled sound behind me that might be a laugh and her trying not to die of embarrassment.

I give Sentinel another finger.