SIREN’S MISTAKE PART 10
Zagan stared at me for what seemed a lifetime. “Well, aren’t you gonna say something?”
“I am trying to think of where to start, Mon Cheri.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why not start with who the hell are you? What the hell are you? What’s up with your apartment? I could list many more questions if you want.” I was beside myself with rage. Something in the back of my mind told me I should be a bit nicer to Zagan since there was definitely something off about him.
“That would not be… wise. I believe we should start with you.”
“With me?” I tried to stand up but got tangled in the blanket and fell back down onto the couch. “I know who I am. What I need to know is who you are.”
He had started to stand when I was about to fall, but when it looked like I would be ok, he sat down onto the love seat. “Sha, I do not believe you do.”
Now, he had my attention. I swiveled around to face him, placing the pillow behind my back. “If you know me so well, then why don’t you go right on ahead and tell me who you think I am.”
That smile played at his lips again. A mischievous yet knowing smile. “For starters, you believe you are cursed.”
My breath caught in my throat. How could he know that? Ok, Andy, play it cool. Curses aren’t real anyway. “Nice try. Everyone believes they are cursed.”
His smile grew. “You refuse to make eye contact. You feel that is where your curse resides. Tell me, when you do look into the eyes of a human man, does it seem as if the rest of the world falls away? Is there a sense of weightlessness?”
“What are you playing at? How do you know that?” Instead of the world falling away, now, it felt as if someone had yanked it out from beneath me. I wanted to yell and tell him he was a liar, tell him to leave my apartment. The truth was, he was right. Maybe he did know me better than I knew myself.
“I do believe we need something stronger than soup at this moment. Do you mind?” Zagan gestured towards my kitchen. All I could do was nod. My voice seemed to have left me with the rest of the world as I knew it.
When he came back with a full cup of whiskey, I dared to look into his eyes. Nothing happened. There was no clock stopping or silence. His black eyes took up almost all of his socket. Only a barely noticeable edge of white could be seen. Even though they were black, they were deep, swirling. I shook myself. “Tell me how you know all this.”
“I know of your kind. Well, the full blood of your kind. They dwell where I come from.” Zagan took a slow sip of his whiskey.
“Why are you dragging this out and making me ask questions you already know I am going to ask?” The world was back under me again, and I was pissed.
He sipped again and then swirled the ice in his half empty glass. That damn smile never left. One eyebrow raised slightly.
I ran a hand down my face and sighed. “Fine! The full blood of what? What is my kind? Just spit it out.” If he didn’t say human, I was going to flip my coffee table.
“Why, Sha, all you had to do was ask.”
I wanted to shake that perfect smile off his perfect damn face. Ask? I have been asking! Through gritted teeth, I ground out, “Then tell me.”
“You are half siren, of course.”
“Bullshit.”
