Killian's POV
It felt different when I woke up—a warmth searing through me from beside me. I opened my eyes to see the sunrays bathing her creamy red skin in a morning glow. The little freckles on her face were tinged with a reddish hue.
“One day, you will find a siren, and you won’t look back at us, son,” my father’s words echoed in my head. For once, I didn’t feel the ice fisting my heart when I remembered him. The smell of smoke that haunted me was replaced by hers. This was not something I had expected when I decided I would have her.
I brushed away her soft hair from her face. She was curled up on my side, her sheets fisted against her chest, the rest tangled between her legs.
“You are a siren in every way,” I murmured.
I didn’t know what she would prefer—seeing me in the morning
