Chapter Five
Isidor woke first, light outside. His initial thought was that he had to piss very badly and then he noticed he was thirsty. And hungry. Then he felt his anthata. All other thoughts left his mind. He looked.
Soule was pressed to him behind her, her fists under her chin, asleep. Her red hair was all over all three of them, a strand curling around his arm, another on his chest. They’d all slept in her siren hair, on it. He looked at her face for a long moment and then leaned down and smelled her.
He had imagined her for so long, but he could never have imagined she’d be someone like Soule. The flavor of her was exactly as it should be, all the parts of her fitting into parts of him, fluid, feminine. Isidor blinked, feeling her. She really was a siren. He was filled with the s
