These Eyes See No Lies

The siren King was speaking to some armored sirens when his gaze drifted to the two guests who interrupted his meeting.

His eyes met Evangeline's, and he smiled.

Evangeline didn't know what she had expected the Siren King to look like.

But this?

This was not it.

He sat on his throne made of rare black pearl and decorated with silver, his body was draped in regal fabrics that shimmered like oil slicks under the shifting blue light.

His skin was flawless, pale and had an opalescent shimmer that contrasted against the dark depths of his palace. His long, silver hair floated in the water, moving like strands of silk caught in an unseen current.

And his eyes.

A luminous, piercing turquoise. The kind of eyes that could strip a person down to their soul.

They locked onto Evangeline the moment she stepped closer.

And then

He smiled.

It wasn't a kind smile.

Or even a welcoming one.