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“Good,” she said. “Because I love you too.”
I chewed my lip, holding her in my arms. I had once been a demon, but the look in her eyes showed that she saw nothing less than a man.
That was all I needed. It was more than I could ever ask for.
JACQUES
ONE
“This is some of the best wine I’ve tasted,” the captain said, trying to make small talk for the thirteenth time this evening.
The wine in Spain was much better, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. There was no need for him to know about my own lifestyle. The captain still thought I was his poor bastard child, and I didn’t mind making him feel a bit of guilt for the last twenty-five years of negligence.
“It’s palatable,” I replied cooly.
He nodded, taking another sip of his wine and losing his words again.
I could tell he was nervous. His aura was tinted gray. Whether he was nervous about me coming to this party with him or about the gold digger he was taking as his new wife was what I couldn’t determine.
From what I had heard of her, she was beautiful and graceful, charming and sophisticated. There wasn’t a tarnish on their family name. Her mother had passed—same as mine—and now my supposed father was stepping in to save the day. Perhaps it was guilt because he never stepped in to save my own mother, his ex-lover. That was the only reason why he would drag me into this in the first place. I had no business with the girl.
“Perhaps I could ask for the label and provide it at the wedding,” he rambled. “At least I know one thing the lady enjoys.”
He chuckled, but his aura darkened, meaning he hated his own joke. I decided to pry.
“It’s Burgundy wine from the northeast,” I replied. “I know a trader of it, if you’re interested. But it’s a high price. It’s not the wine chosen by a man about to go out of business.”
His aura changed to a saturated red before going back to gray. Apparently, I had irritated him momentarily.
“Don’t start rumors, my dear Jacques,” he urged. “Simon has not lost his business from poor management skills or lack of character. So don’t ruin the reputation he will leave behind for his daughter.”
“You make it sound like the man is ill.”
The captain suddenly went silent, his aura darkening once again. I swallowed my drink roughly.
“Wait, is that it?” I asked. “Is that the reason you’re marrying this woman?”
Before he could answer, everyone stopped talking and turned their heads toward the staircase. Confused by the sudden shift in environment, I had no choice but to look in the same direction.
Perched at the top of the stairs was a woman in a crimson and gold ball gown, her long, pale and slender arm touching the rail as she smiled proudly to the audience below. Her golden hair was pulled back, blue eyes bright enough to see from the bottom of the stairs. As her audience looked up, their auras all slowly changed to a glowing rose.
The aura of attraction.
“Thank you all for coming so far to see us today,” the lady atop the stairs said. “I’m grateful that our family has so many good people to call friends. My handmaid will take your thoughtful and expensive gifts on the way out.”
They all chucked at her joke, which was not witty enough for that kind of a reaction. But her voice was light and airy, and her own aura deepened to purple, meaning she was giving off a powerful imaginative feeling.
That aura—purple interlaced with hints of gold—was only for the spiritual realm. And it was pouring off every inch of the woman.
Wait… was she a creature from the spiritual realm? But who would be able to charm…
…a siren? The woman of the house was a siren?
She would have to be an incarnate. She clearly had no wings. But she was undoubtedly using charmspeak. There had been a few times that incarnates found out their real identities, through fortune tellers and the like. She must have known. She was far too confident as she spoke. Yes, she knew what kind of power she held, and she was enjoying the use of it.
Her eyes met mine, her eyes freezing momentarily. I raised my wine to my lips, not taking my eyes off of her.
I know what you are, little siren. Do you know what I am?
