Siren - Hazel Grace Page 0,33
my lips. “There seriously is no arguing with you is there?”
She smirks. “You’re finally starting to realize it.”
“How will I know you’re safe?”
She places a hand over my heart. “Here.”
The first mistake the little Siren made was obvious—she let me walk freely through the island with no guards hovering or watching my every move. The second mistake was showing me how much the pirate meant to her. She was protective, angry, expressed it through her eyes—which speak volumes.
And I’ve never seen eyes so green in my life.
At another time, maybe in another place, I would’ve claimed that woman. I wouldn’t have wanted any of my fellow clansmen to touch her. I’d probably even fight to keep her because her skin was kissed by the sun, nothing like the ivory-color I’m accustomed to. The sun doesn’t stay for long in Lothbrok, and if it does, it’s shaded by clouds.
Davina glimmers in the rays of the bright sun, and I can’t help but examine her when we’re in the same room.
But the pirate, he makes no secret about being in love with her. While her eyes read her emotions, his are covered all over his face like war paint. It’s in his tone, the touchy mood swings that he just presented, and now I know I can use him as a pawn.
He’s tall, almost my height, but definitely not my size. He’s not a scrawny man by any means, but he’s nothing that would scare me on the battlefield. He’s slender in build, his forearms show some muscles displayed by his rolled-up sleeves. His light brown hair is also affected by the sun because I’ve never seen that shade either.
But the long sword that is hoisted on his hip, I want to know if the boy can use it. The irony of using it on him isn’t lost on me, and it surely would make the little Siren lose her mind, however I need a means to leave after I obtain what I’ve come for.
After they argue, which I don’t hear all of, but his voice carries like a bird, Davina walks casually out of the room they were in and toward the double adjacent doors that lead outside.
I follow from afar, learning her hobbies, her everyday things that she does. She’s a woman, and women like talking. Though, I’m at a disadvantage because these aren’t just women but creatures who prey on men. However, I need to make every effort to obtain some of her trust and get back to my ship, which, hopefully, is still waiting for me.
Outside, the sun is extremely bright as she strides on a stone path surrounded by flowers of many colors, tall and bundled together. The route curves to the right, where a large pond lays in the middle of the grass and rocks.
She stands at the edge of the water, stretching her arms over her head while tilting her head to one side, showing off the slenderness of her neck. Her red hair beckons out against all the green of trees that don’t look native here but at home. Some are palm trees but others are pine and oak surrounding the lagoon, which presents as odd to me.
A small splash and Davina’s body is gone, the rippling of water the only thing making any movement that she was here and not in my head. Everything seems like a distorted and blurred dream here, each thing more bright and vibrant. Nothing I’ve ever seen or imagined possible in my head, and it all lays forth in front of me.
Davina’s head suddenly pops up from the water as she brushes back her hair and swims away from me, dipping back down into the reservoir. I inch closer, not bothering about hiding my presence anymore. If we’re stuck together on this island, might as well make the best of it and obtain what’s needed for me to leave.
Her head pierces through the water again, and the moment it does, I make her jump with my words.
“So are you and the pirate coupled together?”
She twirls in the water so quickly it takes me back a second at how she can move so fluidly. Her eyes glower at me as I step closer.
“He’s a strapping lad, I guess, if you like thieves.”
I’m still met with narrowed brows.
I shrug. “You don’t have to talk to me about it.” I smirk. “Wait, you don’t speak to me at all.”
She rolls her eyes and starts swimming away from me again.
“How did he