The Siren's fate

Capítulo 5

Adrian

I couldn't wrap my mind around what I had just discovered. Everything was a jumbled mess in my head, a whirlwind of disbelief, fear, and anger. Nothing made sense, yet it all clicked into place at once—her disdain when she called me human, her cryptic warnings about the council and threats. I was in deep shit. This is insane.

I clenched my fists, the cold stone beneath me grounding me just enough to keep from spiraling into outright panic. I had come here for peace, to escape the noise of everything. And now... now I was trapped in a cave under a moonlit pond, where I had almost fucking drowned. A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound hollow and rough. Sirens. Fucking sirens exist.

The thought alone made me shiver, disbelief twisting in my gut like a knot I couldn't untangle. Every rational part of me screamed that this wasn't real, that it couldn't be. But I had seen it. I had felt it. The icy grip of the water, the way the world had faded in and out as I struggled to breathe. And then... her.

I shook my head, trying to push the image away, but it clung to the edges of my mind, vivid and undeniable. And she saved you, you idiot. I grimaced, my chest tightening as the realization hit me hard. I had been a total jerk to her, lashing out when she had pulled me from the depths, my body still in shock and my mind scrambling to understand. She saved my life. And what did I do? I pushed her away and threw insults at her when I should've been thanking her. But the truth was, beyond the anger and confusion, there was something else. Something I hadn't been able to admit at the moment.

She was stunning. Breathtaking, even. The way her tail shimmered beneath the water, every movement fluid and deliberate, like she was part of the ocean itself. I hadn't seen much—too busy trying to keep myself conscious, trying not to drown—but the little I did see was enough to stir something deep inside me. Something primal, something that scared me as much as it intrigued me.

No. Focus. I wasn't here to be mesmerized by whatever strange, otherworldly beauty she possessed. I needed answers. I needed to get out of this nightmare before it swallowed me whole. But the more I thought about it, the more the reality of my situation pressed in on me, suffocating in its weight. I wasn't just stuck. I was caught up in something much bigger than myself. Something I couldn't control, and the very idea of it lit a fire of defiance inside me.

Anger surged, hot and fast, mingling with the confusion and fear, twisting into something volatile. How the hell did I end up here? How had I gone from a normal life, with normal problems, to this? Trapped in a labyrinth of caves, saved by a siren, who—if I was understanding any of this correctly—was part of a world that had been hiding beneath the surface all along. A world that apparently didn't want me in it.

I scoffed bitterly, the sound echoing in the cavern. Why the hell would they? I wasn't one of them. I didn't belong here. I was an outsider.

But then there was the other part. The part that scared me the most—the way she looked at me. Not just with anger or annoyance, but something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I felt it too, a pull, something deep and unexplainable. And that was the part I hated most—how drawn I was to her, even in the midst of this chaos.

I forced myself to stand, my legs unsteady but determined. Focus, Adrian. Get your head on straight. I couldn't afford to get caught up in whatever strange attraction or curiosity I felt toward her. Not now. Not when my life was literally on the line.

"Sirens," I muttered to myself again, the word still sounding ridiculous on my tongue.

I glanced around the dim cavern, hoping to find something—anything—to make a makeshift bed. Leaves, moss, even stray branches. But as expected, there was nothing. Just cold, unforgiving stone stretching out beneath me, offering no comfort. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my damp hair. My body ached from exhaustion, the adrenaline crash hitting hard, but the idea of sleep felt like a distant memory, something unreachable.