She just smiles and joins their conversation like it's the most natural thing in the world.
What the actual fuck is going on here?
I grind my teeth, my fingers clenching around the empty beer bottle in my hand.
Who the hell is this "A" chick anyway?
And why does it seem like everyone in the damn club knows her except me?
I can't take it anymore.
I need a drinkāa strong one.
Pushing myself up from my seat, I make my way over to the bar, my eyes never leaving A and her little entourage.
Siren's behind the counter, wiping down glasses with a rag.
"I need a drink," I mutter, sliding onto a barstool. "Something that'll make me forget the last hour of my life."
Siren raises an eyebrow, her hazel green eyes studying me as she reaches for a bottle of Jameson. "What's gotten into you, Jolt? You look like you've seen a ghost."
I snort.
If only she knew how close to the truth that was.
As Siren pours my drink, I motion towards A with a jerk of my chin. "You see that girl?"
Siren follows my gaze, her eyes landing on A. "Yeah, what about her?"
I down half the whiskey in one gulp, relishing the burn. "Who the fuck is she? And why does everyone seem to know her?"
Siren nods, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Grim's oldest daughter, yep. Aggie. Why?"
The glass nearly slips from my fingers, whiskey sloshing dangerously close to the rim.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel the blood draining from my face. "Hold up, that's Grim's daughter?"
Siren nods, confirming, "Yeah, well, his step-daughter, but he's been her dad forever, so."
My mind reels, trying to process this new information.
Grim's daughter.
Grim, the Sgt. at Arms for our Montana charter.
Great!
Fuck me sideways.
The man's a legend, known for his fierce loyalty and crazy temper.
And I just...
I take another long swig of whiskey, hoping it'll dull the panic rising in my chest.
I mutter lowly, "Jesus Christ."
Siren leans in, her dragon tattoo rippling as she moves. "What's the deal, Jolt? You look like you've seen a ghost."