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It answers her.

I feel it happen.

A deep vibration rolls through the empty place where my roar used to live, so unexpected that my hand hits the wall beside her head to steady myself. Echo takes a step back and bumps into the wall, her silver hair spilling over one shoulder as those pale green eyes snap up to mine.

The look on her face tells me she felt it too.

Her pupils widen as another pulse moves between us, stronger this time, and the song I’ve been sensing from her all night seems to rise beneath my skin. She still hasn’t made a fucking sound, but I can feel her anyway, a soft vibration brushing against my hellhound and drawing the beast closer instead of setting him off.

Echo’s hands come up between us, her palms landing flat against my chest.

Fucking hell.

The second she touches me, the connection surges, dragging a sharp breath through my teeth. Heat rushes beneath my skin, following the path of her hands as whatever she carries sinks deeper into me, and my hellhound crowds forward until I can feel him sitting right beneath the surface.

Any other supernatural getting this far under my skin would have him tearing at me to get out. With her, the beast settles.

All that rage and restless fury that’s been chewing through me since Malgrave took my voice suddenly focuses on the woman standing between the wall and me. He listens to the quiet call of her siren, then leans into it so fucking eagerly that my fingers curl against the wall.

Echo’s fingers tighten in my shirt at the same time.

Her eyes widen slightly. “You feel that?”

I stare down at her.

Yeah, Siren. I fucking feel it.

Frustration burns through me because I want to say it. I want to ask her, ‘What the fuck she’s doing to me,’ and ‘Whether she knows why my hellhound is reacting to her like this,’ and ‘Why something that shouldn’t even exist anymore keeps vibrating inside my chest every time her frequency touches mine.’

My mouth opens on instinct.

Nothing.

Echo’s gaze drops to it, and the frustration barely has time to bite before her fingers curl tighter in my shirt and pull me closer.

That shuts down every other thought in my fucking head.

My free hand finds her waist, my fingers spreading against her side as I close the last few inches between us. Her body leans against mine with another quick breath, and whatever is moving between us surges at the contact, the two vibrations tangling until I can’t work out which one belongs to who anymore.

Maybe she can’t either.

Her lips part as she looks up at me, that wary edge she’s carried since Coil brought her through the gates, slipping enough for me to see the same confusion tearing through me reflected in her face.

Neither of us knows what the fuck this is.

Neither of us is moving away from it.

My thumb shifts against her waist, catching the edge of her shirt, and her pulse jumps beneath the pale scars circling her throat. I watch it beat there before my eyes lift to her mouth, and suddenly whatever the fuck is happening between us isn’t the only reason I’m standing this close.

I want to kiss her.

Fuck, I’ve wanted to since she stared me down in the parking lot and refused to look away.

Echo’s gaze drops to my mouth like she heard the thought.

My hellhound pushes harder.

Her siren answers.