Page 56 of Dante's Circle Reborn

He made his way past the door to the bathroom and grinned as he saw her standing there, a towel around her back as she dried off.

She whirled, her arms outstretched, the water in the tub as well as in the sinks pouring out as she stretched her fingers.

“You,” she whispered.

Misha grinned. “Me.”

“How dare you just show up at my house. How did you get past the guards?” Her eyes widened. “Oh, goddess, did you hurt Seth?”

“Seth?” he asked, tilting his head as he studied her, the way her dark hair slid over her body. He purposely tore his gaze from a droplet of water as it trailed between her breasts.

She was all curves and heat, and he had to hold himself back from wanting more.

The predator within him wanted her, needed her.

Sadly, there wasn’t time for that.

He needed to get the Conclave to understand his people. And that meant he needed to use this mate of his.

Even if it hurt them both in the end.

“Who is Seth?” he asked, his voice low.

“My brother, you asshole. You better not have hurt him.”

The water trailed over her, and he grinned. Ah, she was a water bearer. Not all mer-kin could move water like she could. But perhaps it was only when she was beneath the depths of the sea and not out in the realms. After all, she hadn’t used water against him before.

“I have not harmed anybody. Nobody can sense me, so they are safe. Is Seth the one with a family at the other end of the home?” he asked, honestly curious.

“If you hurt them,anyof them, I’ll kill you.”

“And if you kill me, then you’ll never discover what the Conclave seeks.”

She narrowed her eyes and lifted her lip in a snarl.

“Tell me what you are and what exactly you want from the Conclave so I can get rid of you.”

“Is that really what you want?”

He moved closer, and she raised her chin. She didn’t back up, and he liked that.

“What do you want?” she asked again.

“If I were to sayyou, what would you say?”

“I’d say you’re delusional,” she snapped.

“Well, then, I’ll just have to live in those delusions for a while longer. I need your help, mermaid.”

“My name is Caly. Use it.”

Caly, he liked that. She looked like a Caly, and he could imagine saying her name as he plunged into her wet heat, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He had other things to worry about.

“I will tell you what I am, but first, I need your help.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. If you don’t tell me, and if I don’t figure it out, I’ll go back to the Conclave empty-handed. And then they’ll take everything from me. Do you understand that? They’ll take the one thing that I’ve been striving for my entire life.”

He shook his head. “If that’s the case, perhaps you need more in your life.”

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