She's a siren. It's not that he forgot, but kind of forgot what that means. Which is really damn embarrassing when two of his friends are sirens. She's a siren, whose power has been dampened by a collar and carefully controlled for years and years, and he just slammed the big red button.
The bar stool scrapes across the floor as he pushes it back to stand, and he reaches for his satchel and-- Son of a bitch, it's not on him, because he's in fucking lingerie. Can he just bring her out of here? What will happen if he touches her? Shit, he's not usually the one dealing with this, that's Roland.
"A-Angel, there's people here. Angel-- Listen. Jack's dead, okay? We freed Lilith, and he's dead. It worked out."
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She's a siren. It's not that he forgot, but kind of forgot what that means. Which is really damn embarrassing when two of his friends are sirens. She's a siren, whose power has been dampened by a collar and carefully controlled for years and years, and he just slammed the big red button.
The bar stool scrapes across the floor as he pushes it back to stand, and he reaches for his satchel and-- Son of a bitch, it's not on him, because he's in fucking lingerie. Can he just bring her out of here? What will happen if he touches her? Shit, he's not usually the one dealing with this, that's Roland.
"A-Angel, there's people here. Angel-- Listen. Jack's dead, okay? We freed Lilith, and he's dead. It worked out."