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“What if they ain’t dead?” Gray said suddenly. Fuck, sometimes talking to him gave me whiplash. He sat up fast and grabbed a handful of papers.
“What?” I demanded.
“We’re assumin’ whatever’s doin’ this is killin’ them. What if we’re wrong? What if they ain’t dead?” he repeated.
“So… what? It’s saving them?” I asked.
“We keep runnin’ circles around the idea of a lower-level demon. What if we’re dealin’ with—”
“—an upper-level demon,” I finished for him. Fuck. “That means, we’d be dealing with—”
“—a siren,” Gray cut in.
“Shit,” I whispered. Sirens were nasty business.
“Fuck.” He shoved a hand through his dark hair. “This just got a hell of a lot more complicated.”
“Siren,” Tessa whispered unexpectedly. “Got it.”
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“Woke up around the time Gray threatened to teach Jo how to swear,” she muttered.
“I already know how to swear.” I frowned.
“Beautifully,” Gray chimed in. “You should’ve heard him the day some dick called me a human banjo. Accent and all.”
“He was out of line!” I exclaimed, but Gray only made banjo noises with that wide grin on his face.
“Not Ryder. Jo. My daughter,” she corrected.
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ tell me you named your daughter Josiah,” Gray retorted.
“No.” Tessa yawned and stretched. “Her name is Josie though.”
My heart did something unexpected in my chest. She named her daughter after me?
“We’ll circle back around to that one later,” I mumbled. When I could process that piece of information.
“You teach my daughter to swear, Grayson Charles Harper, and I’ll make it so you never have kids,” my sister threatened, changing the subject thankfully.
“Joke’s on you, darlin’,” he gestured between me and him with one finger, “we’re snipped.”
Oh, good Lord.
“What?” Tessa demanded, sitting upright. “Why would you do that?”
“We’re lookin’ to fuck our way across the country, not make demon spawn across the country,” Gray said.
“I thought you wanted kids.” She completely ignored Gray. Thank fuck. Didn’t need him bringing out the map to prove his point.
“I never wanted kids. I just want to hunt,” I replied. And other things. The longer Gray and I did this, the less appealing hunting became. I found myself wanting things that didn’t fit this lifestyle.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to read me. Fuck. “You’re… conflicted.”
“Do you want kids?” Gray cut in.
“What? No! And stop reading my emotions,” I snapped.