A Siren for the Bear (Sarkozy Brothers Book 1) by Meredith Clarke, Pia Milan Read Free Book Online

You'll do fine."
    Carson headed to her bedroom, smiling all the way there.
    She'd been nervous coming all this way and in the end she'd been welcomed.
    And she'd gotten herself a new name in the bargain.
    Nyx. Goddess of the night.
    Now, she stared out into the night, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
    So far so good.
    She just hoped tomorrow was just as good.

12. MAREK  

    H E STOOD WITHIN THE TREES , watching her.
    She was unaware of him, hidden in the shadows on the rise above the house.  
    And if she did see him, she still wouldn't see him.
    Right now, she was staring up at the horizon, a secret smile on her lips. She wrapped her hands around her waist, and he could almost hear her sigh softly.
    Then she turned away and was gone, drifting into the room, away from his line of sight.
    As he trudged closer to the house, he wondered if their choice would only end up being his own downfall.
    With all the upheaval in his life, he could do with some good. They all could. When he'd arrived, he'd warned the boys to behave. Welcoming a human female into their midst was dangerous enough, and he knew he'd have to keep a close eye on Felix. The boy didn't understand boundaries, and he was hoping he didn't have to discipline him.
    Right now, Carson's safety was the most important thing.
    That, and staying alive long enough to figure out what he was going to do with his obsession with her.
    He shook his head as he headed inside the house, using the door that led into their own private hot tub. They'd been fortunate enough to tap into a geyser and had managed to pipe the water into a giant stone tub that he and Dom had chiseled out of a rock they'd removed when they built the house a decade ago.
    Many hours of backbreaking work had gone into digging out the rock and creating what looked like a natural depression within the stone. Now, it was a place they came to for peace and relaxation.
    He contemplated the pool for a moment, then rolled his shoulders. No. Right now, he needed to be as aware of everything around him as possible. Too relaxed could be dangerous.
    He headed upstairs, avoiding the raucous sounds that drifted into the hall from the front living room. He wasn't in the mood for the boys.
    He wasn't in the mood to answer questions.
    They'd badger and nag him about the shooting. He should be more careful. He should increase his guard. He shouldn't be so reckless with his life.
    If they only knew how close he'd come to losing that life, they'd be furious with him.
    But it wasn't his life he was worried about right now.

13. CARSON  

    T HE KNOCK CAME AT THE door at seven the next morning. At least it was a little more of a decent hour than six, but it was still too early for her tired bones. She showered and dressed, worried that the person who'd knocked hadn't bothered to say what time the session would begin, or where to go.
    The problem was easily solved when she got to the kitchen. The room was filled with people. Or so it felt. The band members seemed to fill the kitchen up with their size and personalities, making her feel tiny despite her own height.
    The group was still one short, the mysterious Ajax still absent.
    Now, she wished that she'd paid closer attention to the photographs Kat had unearthed of the band members. They'd never done a shoot for a magazine, never been interviewed with images of themselves in the articles. They didn't put images of themselves on their album covers, either.
    Reclusive was an understatement.
    Coffee was enough for Carson, which she drank to warm up her voice. She sat on the window seat, watching the room, gaining a better sense of their personalities. Despite the banter, there was a tense undercurrent, more marked than last night.
    Hazard of being the new girl, right?
    Carson shrugged it off and followed the band as they led her upstairs to the first floor and right at the landing. All the way to the other end of the house. They'd built the studio backing into the mountain, but the