Siren POVI’m getting whiplash from Echo, I swear. Thirty seconds ago he was pure dominant energy, ready to growl orders and pin me to the wall, and now he’s on his fucking knees in front of me like I’m his queen.This man is not right in the head. But God help me, he’s the most intoxicating, unique, powerful, deranged, adorable bastard I’ve ever met.“Echo, stand up,” I say, and the second it leaves my mouth I realise it sounded like a command.He’s on his feet before I can soften it, towering over me again with that lazy, devastating grin.“Now, has this conversation ended?” he asks, voice low and teasing.I barely finish nodding when the world flips. I’m slung over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, his arm locked around my thighs.
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