Chapter 13 – Irishen
Irishen inwardly cursed with all the languages he knew when Wave pulled free. Their bond was nonexistent while it went unrecognized, and so faint that he hadn’t been sure what it was at first, but even through that feeble connection, he sensed the flash of pain and heart-wrenching fear.
“Wayla, wait,” he called, but she didn’t slow. “Morsel, stop.” Now he was hurrying after her like a creeper. She sped up and then the portal appeared next to her. Irishen watched her stumble before someone caught her. She was through the portal before he could shout.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Sinister will take her home,” Grant’s voice said behind him.
“Sinister?”
“He has some experience with portaling to running women,” Grant remarked drily.
“Wayla and Sinister?” Irishen choked out, his brain freezing over.
Grant guffawed. “Hells no. And if you ever say that in his hearing, prepare to lose your dick.”
“But—”
“So far, he’s threatened to call Lucifer down on Hellion if she’s discussed in public, so maybe shut up, Sleethill.”
Irishen blinked, completely lost.
Grant moved to stand beside him, face an impassive mask. After a moment of silence, he spoke. “Fuck if I know. For some reason, I have the urge to beat up Hellion’s ass and smack you around on top of that.”
“Would probably be well deserved on both accounts,” Irishen replied drily, his brain slowly starting back up again.
Grant chuckled. “Certainly. Anyway, try not to be an ass so I don’t have to render you to pieces. I like that girl. She reminds me of—well, fuck, that’s it.”
“What’s it?”
An evil smile spread over Grant’s face and he ignored Irishen’s question. “Excuse me, I have some heads to bash together.”
With that, he turned and left Irishen gaping after him. Then he pulled himself together and fished his phone out of his pocket before calling Ginny. She was his designated contact person among Wayla’s roommates until Diana said otherwise, and Irishen would honor those boundaries.
It took way too long for his peace of mind for Ginny to pick up, but once she did, she didn’t waste words.
“She’s here with Sinister.”
“Okay.” Irishen sighed. “Thanks for letting me know.”
Ginny hung up.
Well, at least he now knew she had made it home. Now he just had to figure out how the fuck he was going to handle the rest of this mess.