To my beloved black sea,
You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine ... and I think I might love you ...
xx, a
I faced him again. “Stone?”
“Hmm?” he murmured.
“There’s an empty chamber in the tunnel close to where it leads out to the cave. Tomorrow night, meet me at the witching hour.”
“How do I find it?”
I grinned. “You’re the element of Earth, Heathen. I’m sure you can figure it out.”
His eyes were hooded and heavy when he kissed me. And our mouths moved lazily together—lips sleepy, drunk, unable to part.
Outside, the lighthouse beam rotated, penetrating the dirty paned window. It shone its light on us, two bodies tangled together, unable to part.
So, we clung to each other until we were forced to let go.
The Heathen and his siren, with rebellion in our veins.
SIREN & THE SAPPHIRE
Alec & Circe
Alec’s boatbobbed in the distance as he waited on the desolate shore outside the cave. The ghastly moon peeked through bars of crawling gray clouds as the lighthouse beam slid across his chest every seven seconds.
It was a cold night—perhaps the coldest night of the season—yet Alec endured the cold as he would bear any other challenge standing in his way.
I’m only a lighthouse keeper, Alec thought, never expecting a purpose beyond this. He never thought to love. He never thought of one day having a family. He never thought it was possible to live the rest of his days having more than being alone.
Of course, he had hoped.Oh,had he hoped for a poor keeper such as himself to fill the austere lighthouse with love and laughter. However, with hope came disappointment, and Alec had known never to open his heart for it to be torn to pieces. Until Circe. He may not have a suitable house for her to call home, rich bed linens for her to lay her head, or money to purchase all she desired. But he had an island, a boat, his entire heart, and a lifetime of adventure.
The witching hour had passed. Alec was growing anxious, retracing his steps in the sand, when down the shoreline, three bodies were pacing toward him along the cliff. They had hoods pulled over their heads so he could not see their faces.
Alec dipped into the cave, peeking around the bend to catch glimpses of the intruders’ features. The position brought memories of when Circe and him first kissed.
Then the moon’s light reflected off the sapphire.
“Circe,” Alec whispered.
Relief filled him, and he sprinted toward his love, feet sliding and sand spraying the air. And at the sight of Alec, Circe dropped her things on the cold beach and ran to him.
The two crashed into each other like it was a monumental thing, like two stars crashing into each other. Alec pulled off her hood as her hair cascaded down and around her. He grabbed her face and kissed her, and when the two broke away, Alec inched back to grab her belongings. “A second more, and I would wake the entire town to find you.”
That was when he remembered the two other bodies.
One was the maid, Lacie.
The other was a child.
Alec froze, a surprised grin stealing his face. “Who’s this?” His eyes darted back to Circe as complete shock distorted his features. “Why is a child with you?”
Circe laid a hand on the child’s shoulder and pulled her close to her side. “This is my daughter, Hedera Sotiras Cantini,” she said. “Hedera, wipe off the sour face and say hi.”
Alec’s gaze bounced between Hedera and Circe as he crouched down.
