Page 52 of Siren's Salvation

I arch an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. "Bullshit. What's got you so worked up about that shed?"

She opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, Zane's voice cuts through our whispered exchange.

"Shiver, Siren—you two help Grim get everything set up. I want that place ready within two or three hours. You two get the brunt of the bullshit done."

I nod, pushing aside my suspicions for the moment.

Whatever Siren's hiding, I'll get it out of her soon enough.

For now, we've got a job to do.

Siren's nervousness is palpable as we start walking toward the trucks.

I'm watching her like a hawk, my instincts screaming that something's off.

As we reach the parking lot, she pulls out her phone, fingers flying over the screen.

Her body language is tense, shoulders hunched as she types furiously.

I can't see the screen, but I don't need to.

The urgency in her movements tells me all I need to know.

She thinks she's being slick, but I catch the name at the top of her message:

Dex.

Blackjack's boy.

Now that's interesting.

I watch as she hits send, her message disappearing into the ether.

A moment later, her phone buzzes with a response.

Her eyes scan the screen quickly before she shoves the phone back in her pocket.

She turns, and the surprise on her face when she sees me standing there is almost comical.

Her eyes widen, and for a split second, I see panic flash across her features before she schools her expression.

"Can I help you?" she asks, trying for nonchalance but missing by a mile.

I can't help but smirk, running my tongue over my bottom lip as I consider her question.

The tension radiating off her is palpable, and it's turning me on more than it should.

I arch an eyebrow, enjoying how she squirms under my gaze.

"I don't know, can you?" I drawl, taking a step closer. "I for one would like to know what that little message really entailed."

She knows I’ve been staring at her, but she doesn’t know I didn’t see the contents of it other than Dex’s name.

Siren swallows hard, and I can practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to come up with a plausible lie.

She really doesn't want to talk about it, that much is clear.

But tough shit.

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