Free Hell's Kitty (Welcome To Hell) by Eve Langlais Page B

Thelxiope. “And I am not apologizing to this animal.”
    “Then why don’t you go work on our defenses in case the Undines come back ? We’ll deal with our feline visitor and Jenny.”
    With a sniff of disdain, the regal and irritable siren spun on her heel and stalked off , leaving Felipe alone with the other three. “What did you mean by deal with?” he asked. “Going to conk me over the head too?”
    “ Of course not. Anyone can tell your skull is too thick for that to work.” Raidne grinned. “You can stop looking like such a sour puss. While Thelxy’s methods are brash, you can’t deny they’re effective. What do you say we get you and Jenny out of here before she wakes and the mermaids realize their attack failed?”
    “And how do you propose to do that? My boat was sunk , and Charon will take at least a day or more to get a new boat out here.”
    Raidne laughed. “Oh please. Wait for one of those archaic pole barges? Silly kitty. We’ve had ships sailing into our waters from the interdimensional rip for centuries. Do you truly think we’ve let all of them crash on the rocks?”
    Apparently , they hadn’t. It seemed sirens enjoyed collecting more than just treasures and seamen.
    Felipe gaped at the two-hundred-plus-foot white yacht bobbing in yet another underground cavern, this one filled with water and ships of various sizes and eras. A wooden schooner with actual masts and rolled sails. A rugged-looking tug. A fishing vessel still decorated with a suspended net and mounted harpoon.
    “This is incredible,” he complimented, impressed despite himself.
    “Yes. Yes it is,” Teles agreed. “But the better question is, can you pilot one of these things?”
    The masculine part of him urged him to lie and say yes . However, truth—an annoying habit Lucifer abhorred—wouldn’t let him. “No. If this were a car or motorcycle, we’d be okay. But when it comes to water, my skills are for fishing, not sailing.”
    “No problem. I’ll drive.” Molpe hitched her skirts as she clambered the ladder bolted to the side of the towering white yacht, aptly named Wave Singer .
    “Here’s a bag of Jenny’s things.” Raidne handed him a large knapsack. “I packed one while you were washing off the Undine goo.”
    A shower he’d much needed and appreciated. “Thanks. What are you and the others going to do while I bring Jenny to the inner ring?”
    “Batten down the hatches. Prepare our defenses and then call in some favors. Those fish -tailed bitches won’t be getting away with this attack. Before we’re done, the sea will run red with their blood. And all will remember why you never fuck with a siren—unless you’re a tall, handsome seaman. Those we screw with pleasure.” Raidne winked, and Felipe shook his head.
    The sirens might seem ladylike on the outside . However, like all things residing on the Hellish plane, they were bloodthirsty, vengeful creatures. My kind of gals.
    Tossing the knapsack overhand, he heard it land on deck with a thump. Then, with Jenny slung over his shoulder, Felipe clambered the ladder onto the giant yacht. In moments, they cast off, the rocking of the waves barely noticeable on deck. Not that he stayed above for long. He needed to get Jenny to safety.
    Despite the sirens’ reassurances that the Styx monsters would now let her pass, their edict to keep her island-bound lifted, he didn’t trust them. Better to have her out of sight than accidentally snatched from the deck by some long-tentacled creature.
    Below deck proved as luxurious as above with a living area covered in wall -to-wall cream carpeting and a curved sofa made of buttery-soft tan leather. He opted to place her on that couch rather than in one of the two bedrooms, figuring close at hand was better than the extra comfort—and temptation—of a bed.
    Laying her out, he couldn’t help but brush her silky green hair, the backs of his knuckles stroking the smooth skin of her cheek.
    He barely knew the