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planet—unless Neptune was involved. They’d lost their home in the skies and taken refuge in Atlantis, but to Neptune, they were trespassers in his seas. Given his druthers, he’d wipe them from the face of the planet.
    He started the earthquake that destroyed Atlantis, drowned a whole nation to eliminate the Sirens they’d taken in. He hadn’t reckoned on Sirens being as tough as they were cocky, and he hated that they’d survived. Since he’d failed to destroy them, he demanded an annual tribute. Each summer solstice, he’d screw one of them and regain his youth—as long as they sent him a virgin.
    The Sirens loathed him right back, but they wouldn’t risk losing their homeland, Scopuli, again. Fierce as they were, they’d do anything to placate Neptune. Lindy was different. She abandoned friends and family rather than risk her lot being drawn. Then he went and named her as the sacrifice anyway.
    Thank the stars her friends and family back home had kept her updated. She still missed them sometimes, but she’d forged a new life in the North of England. Leaving her extended circle of sisters had been a wrench, but she’d felt for Ligea—an unwilling sacrifice from four years back. She’d sung for her freedom, but that bastard Neptune had beat the bejesus out of her, then silenced her with a potion that hadn’t worn off for months. Life without speaking or singing was hell for a Siren. Ligea had almost faded to nothing before the foreign magic cleared her system.
    Lindy’s heart had bled for her friend. No way had she been willing to stick around and suffer the same fate. She’d packed up and left for Britain, and Joe had become the father she’d never known. All this for what? To have mermen hunt her down, strip her naked, and tie her to an altar? So not happening . Being the star turn in a fish-head gangbang sucked, but to avoid it, she had to persuade Jase into her bed. And the jerk had told her no.
    Hiding her disappointment behind a glower, she hissed and hopped off the bed. “Back at the club, I’d be doing my second set about now. Sleep’s the last thing on my mind. I’ll see you downstairs, but you’d better save me a piece of the cake your resident idiot brought.”
    Jase’s mocking laugher followed her into the bathroom. Who the hell does he think he is? Dissing me like that . Turning heads came naturally to her kind. Didn’t he know Sirens were the most seductive of races? Maybe she should enthrall that arrogant— What is he? Not human, that’s for sure . Not that it mattered. No male ever created could resist her song. Only, she truly believed sex should be consensual and willing.
    Once she ruled out the loudmouthed teen, that just left Saul as a potential bedmate. She didn’t normally go for laid-back dudes with a goatee, especially not ones that resembled Neptune after he’d fucked his way back to his prime. Still, Saul or Neptune? No question about it. Saul, every time. Even if he’d told Jase she wasn’t his.
    Another day, and even the snot-nosed teen might look good—especially when she considered the alternative. Neptune would keep sending his goon squad after her now he’d named her as the one . Not a forever-and-forever one, of course. Just a quick screw to restore his youth, coupled with as much pain and humiliation as he could heap on her head. Then next year, he’d screw another unfortunate Siren senseless.
    She’d kept human males at bay with her sharp tongue and prickly manner. Of course, that meant her virginity stayed intact. Now she had to lose it. Fast. Look out, Saul, here I come. But…
    She stripped quickly, still favoring her wrist. Her ribs had healed up now, and by this time tomorrow, her wrist would be fine. Meanwhile, a little caution was in order.
    She showered the stale beer from her bruised body. Her hair hung in tangled rat’s tails, but her wrist hurt her too much to drag a brush through it. If she didn’t have a blond surfer type to seduce,