How was your day?” he asked.
I faltered, unaccustomed to the question. The look on my face must have been strange because he laughed at me and said, “Okay… don’t tell me then.”
Considering the question I asked, “Do people normally want a real answer to that?”
I’d only been asked for reports by my father or his team.
Julian thought for a moment and shrugged, “I suppose not. Most people say ‘good’ or ‘fine’ even when they don’t mean it.”
He mistook my question for simple speculation instead of a lack of understanding. Nodding I snickered and said, “Then it was fine. Yours?”
He grinned, “Good.
We were the creatures desired throughout the ages... foolish humans didn't even realize it, living in their own little world.
Kay HardingTags: mystery
The men my family threw me at were strong and powerful. I could kill this boy with a teaspoon, and for some reason that made me feel comfortable.
Kay HardingTags: humor
Had I ever truly been free? Though I wasn’t shipped off to different countries did that make me any less of a prisoner?
Kay HardingTags: drama
It is a Siren's burden," she whispered, "So much strength, so much pain. You will feel the weight of humanity on your shoulders, though you are only partly human yourself. Soon you will not have any traces of that left.
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