Was he dead?
Mason made his way over to me and wrapped a bulky arm around my shoulders. I let out a little harrumph under his weight as he tugged me toward the house.
“He may die,” he said so casually that I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. “Or he could live.”
I shook my head as words tumbled out of my mouth. “But he can’t!”
“Good.” A soft feminine voice spoke, and then crisp blue eyes locked on mine as one of the women stood in front of me and leaned in, sniffing me like I was an animal or in need of a good shower. Which was probably true, at least the shower part. I hadn’t stopped sweating since meeting the siren. And even though he was completely unconscious the heat still built within my system like I was going to explode on the spot. “His song is calling hers.”
“Song?” I repeated dumbly. “What song?”
“His heart has slowed.” Cassius interrupted after he placed Alex on the large coffee table, the siren’s legs touched the ground even though his body was elevated. The man was huge, from his muscular thighs all the way down to his feet.
His chiseled face was tan, his full lips twitched before he jolted as if he’d just been shocked only to go completely lifeless again as his wildly colored hair draped across the oak.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked, unable to keep myself from getting closer, because I wanted to touch him, needed his touch, and wasn’t sure why except that I knew that I had to.
I had to.
My fingers grazed his arm.
A pulse.
A very fast pulse had me jerking my hand back, how could I feel his pulse through his arm?
“His blood,” Cassius’s eyes went white. And just like that, I remembered where I was.
In a house.
Closed in.
Locked in most likely.
With dangerous creatures.
Immortals who could break me with a simple thought or flick of their wrist.
“Easy.” Mason placed both hands on my shoulders and pressed down like he was trying to plant my feet into the floor. I let out a grunt as he continued to push. “You are protected.”
“Protected from you?” I whispered with a quiver.
“Protected from everything.” Mason whispered gruffly before releasing his grip and nodding toward Alex. “But not from him.”
I gulped.
The one man I needed protection from.
And I didn’t have it.
How was that for fair?
Because if I were being completely honest with myself, the angel was terrifying, just like Mason, the vampire had shifty eyes, and the girls even had this weird ethereal look about them, but Alex?
He absolutely horrified me.
Or maybe it was my reaction to him.
Maybe he made me scared of myself.