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I worry my heart has already thought of him as mine.
I make no false claims when it comes to you, luv, you belong to me body and soul, heart and spirit.”
“Stay with me,” he whispers. “Don’t go back to the deep. Stay with me at the surface. With the sun and the moon and the stars.”
By nature, Syrens crave the hearts of men, but I only want his heart to love me.
“You say you own me Ramsay, but you only own my heart.”
That there can’t be anything more for us. Two monsters who belong to two different worlds being put back in their proper places. He, the king of the high seas, me the queen of the world below.
“I’m a Syren. Mermaids are mythical creatures that you men made up, as if there were swarms of females in the seas just waiting to worship you.”
“Syrens, on the other hand, we don’t want to worship you. We want to eat you.”
I don’t want to be a puppet to my rage. I tend to my anger like a garden, I keep it pruned and watered so it’s healthy, so it gives to me instead of taking.
And because of that, I know I have what it takes to separate right from wrong, to flirt between moral and immoral, saint and sinner, princess and pirate.
The ring is beautiful, silver with a crescent moon hugging a dark blue stone, the same color as the sea.
You are the moon, I am the tides, he had once told me.
