ROSIE
Her powers sang through her as the wine took hold. They always did when she drank, one of the many curses of being a siren was the constant need to call out to unwary sailors. At least by living on land, Rosie managed to minimise the chances of accidentally sinking ships. Her mother had told her how she"d done that once, and it was an experience that still haunted her.
"Rosieeeeeee," Dakota sang, clearly having had a little bit too much to drink. She"d really let loose since finding her mate.
Nina laughed lightly. "She doesn"t want to play with us."
"I do, I do. Sorry." She smiled at her friends, completely lost as to where in the conversation they were.
"We were asking why you"re not on MatchMater," Nina blurted.
"I don"t want to be." Though a part of her longed for that not t
