Seeing Sirena finally embrace her inner monster had been enlightening. It had turned me on in ways I never thought possible. She was already the center of my fucked-up universe, but seeing her covered in her enemy’s blood, the piece of shit who had hurt her, had her sitting at the top of everything in my life. But she wasn’t mine, and that really sucked. I kept replaying her kiss in my head. I’d slept that night without bothering to wash off the bloody handprint on my face she’d left behind. I’d have tattooed it onto my skin if I didn’t think I’d have a lot of explaining to do over it. Didn’t
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