Lycia

Siren glared at the beast over me—which I am calling him now—while I sat quietly between them and ate my cheeseburger and drank my soda. Although neither of them said anything, he kept sneaking peeks at me when he thought I wasn’t looking, trying not to smile.

I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my cheeseburger.

“Here’s the next address.” The beast rattled it off.

“Right, My—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” the beast ...