Page 112 of Siren in the Rain

No, Griffin, this is not the time to get turned on by your mate being stupidly sexy without even realizing it.

Margaret Divine gets a panicked look on her face just as words start spilling out of her. “Everything he said is true. We held him captive for years and used the collar to control him. I didn’t want some little half-monster stepchild, but I figured out how we could make money off him and his voice. We were planning to kill him when he was of no more use. I should have just killed him as a child.” Her mouth clamps shut and her eyes seethe with rage.

Serves you right.

Shae turns his cold gaze toward his father. “Tell them what you did to my mother.”

His father starts to back away, but Shae once more uses his power. “Tell. The. Truth. Daddy Dearest.”

The scorn dripping from his voice gives me chills and the power of his command makes me want to roll over and show him my belly.

Nope, now is not the time to be getting horny!

Shae’s father starts talking in one long, rambling narrative. “I beat her and thought I’d killed her but later discovered she was still alive and just unconscious. Then I called Margaret in a panic, trying to figure out what to do. We’d been having an affair and wanted to get rid of Tempest so we could be together. Margaret came up with the brilliant plan of using her for experiments aimed at creating special anti-aging beauty products for wealthy humans. She was the start of our product line, but that was only the beginning. We recognized the potential in acquiring others like her for our purposes. Tempest proved a lot more useful to me as a lab rat than she ever did as a lover.”

When he finishes, he pales and then keels over and vomits on the ground.

Death is too good for this man. He deserves to suffer.

“What is it they say?” Shae muses, his voice cold. “Oh, yeah. ‘The truth shall set you free.’” He laughs bitterly. “Although not so much on a real-world level for either of you. I have a feeling you’re going away for a very long time.”

Detective Monroe wastes no time in arresting the pair of them after their confessions.

After they’re taken away in separate cruisers, Detective Monroe sighs and says to Shae, “We’ll need you to come down to the station so we can interview you.”

“Can I go and check on my mother first? She was taken to Otherkind Memorial Hospital with the others.”

Detective Monroe’s face softens. “Of course. I’m glad she’s alive and you were able to get to her in time. From the sounds of it, if you’d waited much longer, you might have been too late.”

Shae shudders. “I know.” He glances around at our team, who’ve been standing by quietly. “I owe it all to my friends in MEOW Squad. I couldn’t have done it without them.”

Cal throws up his arms. “Gah! Shae, what have I told you about that name? Don’t encourage Dallas.”

“I think it’s time to get official business cards,” Dallas muses happily, ignoring Cal’s complaints.

“I’ll be a proud card-carrying member of the team,” Shae replies.

I can’t hold back any longer. With a triumphant howl, I grab my mate and kiss him with the force of all the super-duper powerful love vibes I’m riding like a ten-foot wave.

When I come up for air, we’re both panting and that sure isn’t a lead pipe in my pants—although it feels about as hard as one.

“You were amazing. It was so hot to see you in action,” I say, my tail swishing from side to side.

“Get a room,” Cal gripes, but his grin tells me he’s pleased for us both.

I know he pretends to be allergic to romance and love, but it’s totally a front.

While Detective Monroe pulls Dallas to the side to wrap up a few things, Shae twines his arms around my neck.

“So the Voice of Truth does it for you?” he purrs.

I shiver. “Especially when you use it on bad guys to make them fess up. So badass,” I whisper.

“Ooh, so I’m going to get my own one-man fan club too?”

I blink at him. “What?”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain it to you later.” He kisses me gently and pulls back with a sigh. “For now, I really need to go and check on my mom.”

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