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“Yes. That was why we were brought here today.”
“It must have been a difficult thing to do.”
Harder than you could ever know. But I didn’t say the words. I couldn’t. Not when someone might overhear.
“It’s getting late,” I said. “You must be tired.”
We continued up the stairs. She kept glancing at those artifacts. No matter how late it was, she was intent on learning more about our culture.
“You’re a beautiful singer,” I said. “How long have you been doing it?”
“My whole life,” Sirena said. “My parents had a hard time shutting me up.”
“That would be like stopping the birds from singing! I would listen to you all day and night!”
“I wasn’t always this good. I was terrible at the beginning.”
“I don’t believe that,” I said. “I’ve never heard music like that before. I mean, we have funeral rites that sound similar but—”
Sirena barked a laugh and nudged me with her shoulder.
“I’m not sure if I should take it as a compliment or an insult,” she said.
“It is a compliment. It’s a slow, deep, and sensual song. Actually, it’s not even really a song. It’s noises that reflect how we feel inside. That’s how your singing comes across. Soulful.”
She smiled at me.
“Nice save, Casanova,” she said.
I had no idea what a Casanova was but I liked the way she looked at me when she said it.
“Do you have any hidden talents?” she said.
And again, I could swear her eyes drifted down for a fraction of a second.
“I bet you do,” she said.
I blushed—how many years had it been since I last blushed?—and shook my head.
“No special skills,” I said. “I can barely cope with regular ones.”
Sirena came to a stop.
“Well,” she said. “Here we are.”
Belle Suite. The room name suited her to a T. I felt sad our journey had already ended.
“It was a pleasure to meet you,” I said. “Maybe I could get your details and you could sing for us sometime. For a celebration or something.”
“That would be great,” she said and handed me a card. “Thank you for making sure I got home safely.”
“This isn’t your home,” I said.
“It is for tonight. Who knows where home will be tomorrow?”
She went up onto her tiptoes to peck me on the cheek.
“Sleep tight,” she said.
