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“You could have fooled me,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s calling me on my lie about being okay or if he thinks I’m lying about owning this place. “I’ve lived here for over four years. There’s less than three months left until Black Cove law says this home is mine.”

“What?” I sputter. “My grandma is hanging on the wall right back there. I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave.”

“No.” He shrugs a massive shoulder and spins around, walking back into the kitchen with his long tail flicking behind him.

No wonder he wears his jeans so low on his hips.

“Where are you going?” I snap.

“To finish putting away my nightly glass of wine. I’d offer you some dinner, but I’m afraid I don’t eat like humans. Although, you’re welcome to the extensive stash of alcohol I keep on hand.”

My head tilts.

Did he not pick up on my scent?

There’s no telling what will happen when the residents of Black Cove realize I’m a siren that was turned into a vampire.

I need to find a powerful witch. It’s not that no fae or other species have ever been turned, but it’s unlikely. Mostly because full-blooded fae have their own immortality and don’t need or want to be changed.

Also, that whole dying a painful death thing, rather than being successfully changed, is a good deterrent.

I stomp forward, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen. I’m a reasonable distance away, so hopefully, he won’t pick up my scent. I’m fine with him assuming I’m human like Granny was.

“What’s your name?”

“Seiran,” he replies without looking back.

“Well, Seiran, I’m going to need you to vacate the premises—like now.” I plant my hands on my hips, tapping the toe of my ballet flat against the floor.

“I’ve already declined that offer,” he says, sounding entirely too amused. “It’s usually considered polite to share your name when someone offers theirs.” He chuckles.

This isn’t funny.

“Greer, but it’s time for you to go.”

“Black Cove says that if I live in this home for three more months, it’s legally mine. I hope you’re open to having a roommate.”

I frown.

Does Haven have insane laws like that?

I doubt it.

Even if that was true, I’m sure me being here changes things.

There’s a delusional incubus in my house.

What else could go wrong?

Chapter Three

Greer

Pacing across the floor, I try to settle my panic. It doesn’t help. I’m going to lose my shit. Having someone this close is a huge risk to keeping my hybrid status a secret.

I’m not even registered as a vampire.

My parents filed my birth with the paranormal council as half-siren, but I’m a whole different breed of monster now.

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