Astrid is a Siren, her only purpose in life is seducing men until she can drown them in the murky depths of the ocean.
Caspian would be a trophy for her collection of deep sea souls. However, in her plan to toy with him leading to his demise, she f...
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"Some of the best moments in life are the one's you can't tell anyone about."
I lay in the bath, just soaking in the water.
Hera had been kind enough to grab me a tub and run in buckets of water to fill it with, just so I could have some alone time to just sit, and think.
The wall was my main spot of scrutiny as I remembered kissing Caspian.
Why the hell did I kiss Caspian.
I want him to fear me, slightly, so that when the time comes I can kill him. Kill him. That seems a little extreme...
I bit the back of my nail. It would be a shame to kill Caspian, he's truly a wonderful guy. He'll manage a great kingdom.
I could justify keeping him alive for that.
I stood in the bath and stepped out, "Hera!" I called out, "I'm done!"
Hera helped me dry and dress for bed.
When she left the room, it was dark. I crawled into the bed, curling up onto my side like I normally did. I closed my eyes and thought of fish swimming through a reef.
I counted them.
one, two, three, four...thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, fourty...sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six...ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four...one-hundred and fourty-five, one-hundred and fourty-six, one-hundred and fourty-seven, one-hundred and fourty-eight...
I got to two hundred before I sat up in frustration. "Why can't I sleep?" I whispered into the air.
I pushed the blankets off of my legs and walked out onto the balcony where the moon shone through the window.
My thoughts picked up to the beach. I kissed Caspian. "So what? I kiss lots of guys." I started pacing and whispering to myself.
"It's not like it meant anything. I was proving Caspian wrong, I would and could easily hurt him."
Even saying it aloud felt like a lie, "I could kill anyone and feel no remorse." Also a lie.
I felt like the wooden doll one of my victims was obsessed with, Pinocchio. Every time he lied his nose grew.
I felt like my nose was growing too, and I could just tell when I was lying. Even if I hadn't known before that it was a lie.
"I don't have feelings for Caspian." I felt like a wave had just crashed over me, but I couldn't tell if it was a lie or not.
Probably for the best. I avoided thinking about it.
I paced around my room for at least a half an hour before I tried to lay back down.
