Siren - Hazel Grace Page 0,3

and my spoiled clothing dawns the room. Along with the salt water dripping off my clothes, making a small puddle around me.

The men at my sides stand abruptly to attention, faces turned toward the door of the room. A glint of white hits my peripheral as I glance over at a beautiful woman with blinding white hair in the doorway.

The top of her shoulders glint from pearl-colored scales that adorn her skin. An ivory crown made of seashells rests on top of her head as she strides deeper into the room, her sole focus locked on me.

My heart kicks up in unison to her steps as I study her in return. She looks like nothing I’ve ever seen in my life. All her features—eyes, brows, skin, and hair are a shade of perfect white.

Like an angel.

Only I know it’s not going to feel like being in heaven based on the greeting I received before my ass even stepped foot on this island.

I watch her chin lift in defiance, telling me that she’s someone important—though I already got that with the crown. With such a small gesture, she conveys that anything I try to do in this room will not frighten her, but there will be consequences.

Too bad I don’t take any personal interest in fear because I’m too busy invoking it in other people. Filling people with dread seems to be second nature for me, so when she moves closer, nothing but annoyance filters through my body.

Another body enters the room, this time the color blue filling in the features of hair, eyes, and shiny scales, not on her shoulders but forearms. A cerulean jewel hangs off of her shelled crown, hovering slightly over her forehead.

Twins, they are identical save for their different hued appearances.

I inhale a deep breath just for it to be sucked right from my lungs, because two more females march through the door. Not twins this time but just as unique as the first two. The taller one with pink characteristics and the other all black.

“What the fuck,” I mutter to myself, reaching up to rub one of my temples, but I’m restrained by the plant-like rope pulling my wrists back.

All alluring women.

All women my men would love to sink their dicks into.

Pure. Clean. Angelic.

But since I know better, the last couldn’t be further from the truth. They are masked with beautiful features but have the hearts and minds of merciless killers.

I’m yanked to my feet as they all stand united in front of me, viewing me like an animal that just ate half their cattle.

It only makes me straighten my spine, ready for whatever plans or actions they may inflict on me.

“Intruder,” the white-haired woman proclaims, taking one step closer. The longer she stares, the more her milky brows furrow.

I continue to stay silent because, well, she never asked me a question.

Another steps to her side, the woman with black hair and even darker eyes. The contrast between the two, the light and the dark, isn’t lost on me.

Neither is their curiosity because our people have had very limited, if any, interactions with each other. We don’t roam this part of the sea much, keeping to the northern lands to take what we want. But my father wanted what was here, hence why I’m standing in front of four women who look bemused, wicked, and hungry.

“He’s part of a colony,” the pink vixen announces with rose-colored eyes and tan skin. She moves, rounding her two fellow friends, and continues toward me. “A warrior.”

“What else?” the white-haired woman asks.

“He came with many men.”

“To kill us all,” snaps the blue featured female, clutching her hands into fists at her side.

“Silence,” White commands, holding up a single hand to seize any further chatter. “What else do you see, Isolde?”

“He has a woman,” she continues, her attention slowly falling down the length of my body, and I stiffen my spine. Then she wrinkles her dainty nose. “Who dresses like a man.”

My eyes narrow. Edda wasn’t unattractive, but she wasn’t like the creatures standing before me either. She was an amazing woman, would make a good mother and wife to any man lucky enough to have her.

Which was what my father wanted Edda to be for me. I just wasn’t fully sold on the idea yet.

“He’s too big,” the blue one drones, and as soon as she speaks the words, a sudden rush of fury sprints through my body.

It sends a wave of exhilaration rippling along after it, and I