Page 29 of The Wayward Sons & the Seattle Sirens

“When the fuck did we start gettin’ goddamn earthquakes?” I demanded as it stopped.

“I don’t know.”

A loud buzz echoed through the house, and every light went out.

“Ah, fuck, there goes my steak.” I sighed.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” I could hear him but couldn’t see him.

“It’s just the fuckin’ power,” I said. “Ain’t the end of the world, baby.”

Silence.

“Ryder?”

Still nothing. My heart rate kicked up. Had he been hurt and didn’t say a fucking thing?

“Ryder?” I called out louder but still nothing. I took several steps, muscle memory guiding me across the room. When I reached for the fridge, it wasn’t there.

What the fuck?

“Ryder!” I damn near shouted and tried to use the counter as a guide. Again, it wasn’t there. “Ryder!”

Panic ebbed its way into my chest.

The fridge was gone.

The counter was gone.

Ryder was gone.

CHAPTER 24

My fingers tingled. The ropes tying me to the fucking chair were too tight— who the hell kept ropes just lying around? Especially in a fucking strip club.

It was a stupid thing to think about, considering my predicament, but it was all my hazy brain could focus on as I regained consciousness.

That and the fact that I was surrounded by sirens.

I blinked slowly, doing my best to clear the fog. The energy in the air was suffocating—thick and pressing against every inch of my skin. Dipping into the barest amount of my power, I touched it. I let my power drift along the connection, flitting around the room and under the door.

I frowned, feeling how my power zigzagged through the club—pinging off every siren spread throughout The Cove.

They were connected—intricately tied together.

No… their energies were identical.

Which meant if I could kill the leader, I could kill them all.

I reined back in the rampant pulses of my power before the pull was too great. It weaved through every inch of the club as I tracked its movements—desperate to know where the leader was.

“Wake up,” someone snarled. Something kicked my shin hard, and I groaned. Opening my eyes, I blinked lazily to give myself time to think.

“About time,” another woman snapped.

“Enough!” The voice that echoed through the room was rough and final. I stared at the woman. She was oddly beautiful with raven black hair and midnight eyes that stood out against her pale skin. The lack of emotion in her expression was unnerving. She grinned, revealing two rows of sharpened fangs. “Hello, hunter.”

I didn’t reply. There was no point. Instead, I studied them with the tiniest of dips into my power—enough to not give me away. The room was a clusterfuck of metaphorical strings. All the energy coiled around each siren in the room, wrapping around their necks like proverbial chains. Each and every one led back to the woman who had greeted me.

---