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I don’t know how to respond. I’ve spent my whole adult life content with my decision that I wasn’t worthy of spending my life with someone, yet in the space of three seconds, this woman has me reconsidering my whole belief system.

“I can’t lie, Siren. You’re surprising me too,” I tell her.

“In a good way or a bad way?” she asks.

“An unexpected way.”

She laughs. “Who knows, maybe this is all an act, and I’m playing you just to get close.”

I shake my head. “Like I said, I’m too fucking good, baby. You can try and kill me all you like, play me until your fucking fingers bleed, but you won’t kill me, and it’s not because you’re not capable. I’ve been watching you, Siren. You’re good. Too fucking good. The way you work is like a dance. It’s intriguing and yet devastatingly beautiful. To be killed by you would be nothing but an honor, but unfortunately, no matter how good you are, I’m better.”

Siren grins and leans into me. “You know what I like about you underestimating me?” she questions, pushing up off me and starting to walk away.

“What’s that?” I call after her.

She glances back over her shoulder, a seductive grin on her lips. “You’ll never see me coming.” And with that, she slips away into the darkness, leaving me gasping for air.

I follow her home from a distance, tracking her every step before watching as she makes her way back inside her villa and takes herself to bed. Then as I sit outside her villa, watching over her for the night and making sure none of the other six contenders decide to make her a target, I realize that I’m not just intrigued by this girl, I’m obsessed.

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SIREN

Ahhhh fuck. Mila is going to kill me, but I can’t bring myself to regret what happened with Reaper last night. He was everything. Rough when I needed him to throw me around, and a gentleman when I needed him to show me he was more than just this mystical monster living in my mind.

But the sex.

Holy fucking shit.

A man like Reaper needs to be cloned a million times, and then all those clones need to host workshops about how to satisfy your woman. Because damn. I have never been so intensely satisfied in my life, but the only issue with being dicked down so well is that it leaves a woman desperate for more. Don’t get me wrong, it was the first time in ten days I’ve been able to sleep without a desperate need clawing from within, but by the time I woke up again this morning, that need was even worse.

I need Death’s dick, and I need it now!

“What are you doing?” A voice suddenly sounds in my ear.

I cringe. Mila is the one person I can’t live without, and I absolutely adore her, but she’s also the only person who’s going to be able to see right through my bullshit.

“Uhhhh . . . Just out for a walk,” I say, making my way down the main street of Blue Springs and doing what I can to keep my gaze locked on Raven across the street.

“Bullshit. In the eight years I’ve known you, you’ve never once gone out for a voluntary walk. You’re on the hunt.”

“Am not!”

“Lie to me again and I’ll reach through this phone and punch you right in the tit.”

Shit.

“Okay, fine,” I say with a heavy sigh, crossing the road as Raven rounds a corner. “I’m tracking Raven and figured I’d go for it. This is the first time since day one that she’s fucked up enough to be able to be tracked. Who knows when she’ll emerge from her hiding spot again.”

“Siren,” Mila whines. “I thought you were going to lay low for a while. You’re the only one putting in any work around there. Let the others risk their lives instead.”

I groan. “I can’t just walk away now. I’m too close. Besides, I’ll make it quick and then head straight back to the villa.”

“Walk away,” she says. “You’ve walked away a million times before. If circumstances aren’t right, you always walk away, and right now, circumstances aren’t right. You’ve been doing too much, plus don’t act like I don’t know that you went out for a late-night run last night. I saw the surveillance feed. Reaper came for you, and considering you’re still alive, he didn’t just come for you, hecamefor you, which begs the question, WHY THE FUCK HAVEN’T YOU SAID ANYTHING ABOUT IT YET?”

Ahhh shit. I should have known she’d have the notifications on for the villa surveillance cameras. She would have seen Reaper appear in my kitchen in the middle of the night and watched ashe stared down the camera, waiting for me to emerge. She would have seen the way he put me on the counter and then how I handcuffed him to my fridge before making a break for it.

Considering all of that, I’m surprised she’s waited so long to bitch me out about it.

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