Ziros just laughs. “Nope.”
“Jerk.”
He laughs again.
A warm, comfortable silence stretches between you, the gentle rocking of the ocean below drawing you down into dreams.
“Happy birthday, human.”
“It’s not my birthday anymore,” you mutter from your haze of half-formed dreams.
And just before you drift away, you just barely catch it as he says, “Hey sorceress. Thanks for saving my life.”
Now—this part you’re a little fuzzy on if it’s a dream or reality, but you swear you feel his lips brush your forehead as he leans in and whispers so softly you can barely catch it— “I owe you.”
Ziros
Damn that big watery tyrant.
He thinks he’s invincible, but human—my sorceress—she sure showed him.
And not a moment too late.
A minute longer, and neither of us would be here right now.
I could go for far longer without breathing if I had my full power. Instead, I’m limited to hers.
And with her life force draining into mine through the link, she was pushed to her limit.
And I hate it.
I hate seeing her lying there on the bed, nearly lifeless, exhausted and spent on account of me.
I’m not gonna lie. I’m starting to get attached.
Yeah, yeah.
I know.
She’s a human. I hate humans.
They’re so fickle and fleeting.
And she only saved my life because hers happens to be attached. Literally.
I’m sure that’s all it is.
Not becauseshelikes me or anything.
But the longer I’m with her, the harder I know it’s gonna be for me to leave.
I lie on the bed beside her in the yacht, just looking at her sleeping face, watching the way she breathes, listening to the soft sounds of her justexisting.
And to tell you the truth, I kinda think I could get used to waking up next to the sight of her every morning.
She’s beautiful.
Ah, who the hell am I kidding?
