Free The Siren Series 3: Brandon (A Siren Novel) by Marata Eros Page A

door.
    It gives.
    Of course, Reapers would have a very secure fortress, probably at the base of the structure. They’re safe in their daylight chambers, so why lock the door? I wonder how many stupid cattle have entered to squat inside then found a nighttime greeting of three bloodthirsty vampires.
    Many would be my guess.
    I enter the cavernous space. An old-fashioned chandelier holds candles collecting cobwebs twenty feet above my head. Grand stone steps rise from the center of the large foyer. They split after eight treads and continue to the second floor in opposite directions. My gaze follows both trails to where they end.
    I shut my eyes and let my senses wander to find the breeder.
    I hit on many deaths in this building. The blood is old, but there's an assload. My speculation was correct. This building is a large spiderweb, and humans are the flies. It's a handy food supply. As I've intuited, the Reapers leave when they seek females.
    I smell terror, adrenaline, and female sweat. Normally an aphrodisiac to a vampire, it is the very smell I've wanted to find.
    I dismiss the lingering scent of injured male. I'll deal with him, assuming he’s the Harborer, when he presents himself.
    Though time grows short, judging by the shadows lengthening from the undersized windows with stone sills, I don't want to deplete my reserves in case I need a burst of energy to escape.
    Jogging down the hallway, I whip my head first left then right.
    Nothing.
    My ears prick. Voices above me.
    I look at the ceiling.
    Sprinting, I take the turret steps two at a time. Though I’m forced to move at human speeds, my strength makes the climb easy.
    The voices of a female and a male hit my eardrums. I run the rest of the way down the hall.
    I grab the wooden door jamb and swing into the opening, my eyes seeking the first glimpse of my breeder.
    She looks up in surprise. Swimmingly gorgeous green eyes meet mine.
    Like an invisible thread pulled taut, I feel her.
    Our heartbeats sync instantly.
    I grin. I'm so damn glad to have found her. I flick my gaze toward the window. My internal clock tells me I have thirty minutes before true nightfall.
    I hold out my hand, dismissing the male at her feet. I scent her readiness, her perfection.
    “You are mine, breeder,” I say in encouragement.
    The silence seems to swell between us. She makes no move to fly into my arms in gratitude over my saving her from the Reapers. Disgruntled, I put my hands on my hips.
    She shrugs. “First off, pal, I'm nobody's but my own. And even though you're a hunky guy, so are the other vamps. I'm not buying what you're selling. Now move out of my way so Ren and I can get out of here.”
    I'm so shocked that I retreat a step, hands falling to my sides.
    Her lips twitch. “Close your mouth. You're catching flies.”
    Still I'm silent as anger fills me.
    This isn’t how this is supposed to play out. She called to me .
    I dreamed of her.
    And now she's telling me to—what? Fuck off?
    “Hello?” She snaps her fingers a foot away from my face. “We're taking off.”
    “Nova,” the male says in a voice that holds some of the respect I'd hoped to have from the female.
    I fold my arms across my chest, standing like an unmovable statue in their way.
    “What, Ren? We kinda need to go. The three crazy fanged hotties are going to rise like the dead and come get us for some more all-night fun.”
    I blink. She's an absolute smart ass. My eyes rove her form. Beautiful. Black hair, green eyes,  tall—athletic build. I guess her eyes would be beautiful if they weren't slits of disdain pointed in my direction.
    “He is the one, Nova.”
    Her eyes widen on me and I smirk. Her Harborer recognizes my importance.
    She throws up her hands. “Pfft! So where the hell was he when we were getting our asses tag-teamed by the Reapers? Nowhere!” She pushes past me and shuffles along with the Harborer.
    I blur to her, my rage a breathing thing. I shove the Harborer away, and he slaps the