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The humor slips from his face, though the warmth stays. “Whatever happens with this…” He taps two fingers against his chest, right over the place where our bond lives. “You and me.”

My hellhound settles beneath my ribs.

I reach out and knock my fist against his shoulder.

You and me.

Sentinel nods as though I had said it out loud, then the asshole ruins it.

“You better hurry up. Maybe your siren’s still at breakfast.”

I stop dead.

His grin turns fucking enormous.

Goddamn motherfucker.

I lunge for him, but Sentinel is already through the door, laughing his ass off as he takes off down the hallway, and I’m right behind him, middle finger raised because apparently this is what communication looks like for me now.

Heaven can be pissed.

Hell can get in fucking line.

Whatever’s waiting for us will still be there when we’re done giving each other shit over breakfast.

Right now, I’ve got my brother beside me.

And a siren calling to me too.

I might have no voice, but I sure have got my hands full.

Chapter Eleven

ECHO

I’ve been sitting at this table for less than five minutes, and somebody has already thrown a piece of toast. It sails past my face and lands on the plate of the enormous man sitting two seats down.

He looks at it.

Then looks across the table.

Nobody owns up to it.

Smart.

I wrap both hands around my coffee and sink a little farther into the chair Roxy shoved me into when she brought me in here, content to watch whatever the hell passes for breakfast at the Kings of Anarchy MC.

Every seat around the long table is taken. Plates loaded with eggs, bacon, toast, and enough food to feed a small army pass over heads and get shoved between elbows. Someone farther down is arguing about who finished the coffee. A radio plays from the counter, mostly drowned beneath chairs scraping against the floor and three different conversations happening at once.

Roxy sits beside me like none of this is remotely unusual.

Maybe for her it isn’t.

For me, it’s a fucking lot.

I’m used to eating alone in quiet rooms with my back against a wall whenever I can manage it and a clear path to the nearest door.

Here, I’ve got a vampire across from me, something with thorns growing out of his arms farther down, a leprechaun reaching over someone’s shoulder for the bacon, and at least three creatures I haven’t figured out yet. And somehow everyone is more interested in breakfast than the stray siren Roxy dropped into the middle of them.