Arya a simple girl from an orphanage with no idea of her real roots as a siren  and Mar a siren hunter with a strong hate for sirens. They meet at a pub after he hears her sing and suspects she is the creature he has sworn to kill. But when she is endangered and his protective instincts arise, they form a strong bond. What will be their fate when they both find out what she truly is.

His Siren

All through the drive with Keith, he made no funny movements. After I came out of the orphanage, he asked how it went and if I got a positive response. And he didn't care to ask about anything else. He concentrated on the road as we drove on. 


That was not enough to let him off the hook; he was still going to me under my watch for as long as the mole is yet to be found. 


We got back to the city of Salamanca late at night and I did not want to go home just yet. I needed to find a lead, even if it was a tiny one. 


I did not want to be away from Arya anymore, I wanted her home and soon. I needed to find her soon. 


I wanted to take some strong gin to calm my nerves. 


He drove straight to the pub and I got down from the car and got into the pub. I walked straight to the bar, sat down, and ordered drinks. 


I kept thinking of Arya. I just wanted to see her face again. To hold her in my arms. 


Chapter Sixty Nine