“Blair?”
“Hey,” she greets, sitting down next to me.
“Aren’t you looking for Michael still?”
She sighs and lies down on her back, so I do the same. “Yeah, but we have no leads. We need more people.”
“Sorry we didn’t do much on our end,” I lament, looking up at the thick, dark gray clouds. I swear one is shaped like a tongue, and it almost makes me smile.
“I’m not blaming you for your little side mission,” she says, and I wince.
“I’m the reason you killed your mom,” I caution. It’s probably the first time I truly feel guilty for what I did in my previous form. I’m not sure what Blair’s relationship with her mother was like, but the fact that I was so easily able to manipulate her against her daughter wasn’t a good sign. Aren’t we just a picture-perfect pair of sisters who have both killed our estranged mothers. Blair doesn’t seem mad at me; if anything, she’s calm, cool, and collected.Fuck, I want to have it all together.
“To be honest, I’m not that upset about it, especially now.”
“Why especially now?” I wonder.
“Being able to fully embrace this demon side of me, it feels different. I care less about what people think and, well… about people in general.”
“I’ve always felt that way till now,” I reply.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Why would you want to talk to me?”
“You’re my sister. And I think out of everyone we know, I’m the only other person who’s killed their mother. So if you wanted someone to talk to, I guess I would be it,” she says with a shrug. I don’t sense any sarcasm from her, and I didn’t compel her to speak to me. The fact that she might want to be there for me simply because blood binds us is heady and overwhelming.
I blink at her; we look alike, yet so different at the same time. I can’t help the paranoid part of me that warns me away from trusting this sliver of kindness and olive branch, but I grab onto it like a life preserver nonetheless. My desperation for connection outweighs any doubts I may have.
“I don’t feel bad about it if that’s what you’re wondering. She was a total cunt.”
“Most sirens are. No offense,” she says, looking at me.
“How did you find out?” I question.
“Judd basically portalled here freaking the fuck out about it, went to Lucifer scared for your life and shit. They had no idea where Toth took you, but they knew when you came back what you would want to do. Dad put Lorelei where he did, knowing you would find her,” she tells me.
“How can I trust anything I say or do anymore, knowing that I have this ability?” I ask her.
“It doesn’t work like that. You aren’t just constantly compelling people,” she refutes.
“You don’t know that.”
She furrows her brows at me before speaking again. “If you were always compelling people, then why didn’t I like you at first? Why didn’t everyone in Hell grovel at your feet? You have to actively be serenading someone to get them to do your bidding.”
“I’m just not sure when I’m doing it,” I admit softly. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.”
“Have you ever really known?” she asks.
“I guess not. I’ve still been debating if I was going to take over Hell or not.”
She laughs, and I think it’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh since we’ve met. “You know, you might be crazy, but I think if you’re open, we could be friends.”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “Why would you want to be friends with me?”
“Because I know what it’s like to feel like you have no one, and we’re sisters. Sisters are supposed to fight, make-up, and then be friends again, right?”
I shrug my shoulders because I’ve never really thought much about familial dynamics before. I’m truly not sure how any of this works.
