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[Name] was sixteen years old when she laid eyes on the boy again, nearly three years after she'd been caught in his net.
He was prettier than she remembered. Taller too, but his hair oddly remained cut the same way, and his clothing seemed similar as well.
The boy was sitting down on his boat by himself again. He was far too focused on throwing his net into the water to notice her hiding behind a large, jagged piece of rock.
[Name]'s fingers brushed past her lips, and she wondered if she'd mimicked his language yet. She'd acquired quite the collection over the past couple of years; she'd acquired at least seven different tongues in her sixteen years of life.
She pressed herself against the sharp rock and mulled over her options. She could look at the nameless boy from afar and watch him disappear for another ten years or so... or she could go to him, grab onto the edge of his small boat, and finally learn his name.
It would be stupid to talk to him; casual contact with a human was strictly forbidden. They were only meant to have contact with humans when Maytare needed more life force.
If anyone were to find out that she spoke with the boy and left him alive, a serious debt would have to be paid.
[Name]'s hands went up to her mouth. Would they rip her tongue from her throat? Then to her neck. Would they choke her to death?
Would speaking with him be so grave? She could not say, but despite her better judgment, she ducked her head under the surface and watched as the silhouette of the boat blocked out the bright sky.
The boat moved through the waves slowly, and she smiled as she followed it closer and closer toward the heart of the sea.
Her mouth went dry.
How many times had she swum past him in the last two years? Had any of the other sirens seen him? Had any of them sung to him? No, he'd surely be dead if that were the case.
And if anybody was going to have him, it would be her.
She mustered every inch of courage she had and made her way to the surface of the water, and with trembling hands, she grabbed onto the edge of the weathered boat.
A small gasp escaped her lips as she finally saw him completely as he was. Young, strong, beautiful, and ready to be taken. Ready to be hers.
She didn't know what to say; she didn't know what words would suffice. So instead, she let her nerves speak for her.
"Hey, you." She smiled, and the boy made a noise she couldn't make out as he let go of the net he was holding. "Did you miss me?"
When he spoke, all she heard was nonsense, and she clenched her jaw so tightly her fangs dug into her cheek.
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