The Siren In Me

Chapter 20: Betrayed by My Killer

You know how people touch this lips after they kiss someone? Like they still feel the fireworks in their lips? Well, I'm not gonna lie...

I was one of those people. 

Which is so not cool,since I'm not like others. I'm a Siren, and Sirens shouldn't touch their lips. It sounds weird now that I say it.Should Sirens touch their lips or not? My thoughts were interrupted when I saw that Emby was still here.

"So who's Cal?" Emby asks,out of nowhere.

How does he-? Oh right,he's physic. 

"I'm pretty sure that's none of your business." I said,bluntly. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to struck him as I thought it would.

"Well,I'll tell you who Delilah is if you tell me who Cal is."

It seemed like a fair deal... 

"Fine. Do you promise not to lie?" I said,holding up my pinkie. Emby looked at it for a minute,sighed,and wrapped his finger around mine. He held it longer than usual,but finally let go.

"Ladies first." I'm pretty sure you can tell he's smirking already.

"You now treat me like one,I see?" I sighed,rolling my eyes. 

"It was around a few years ago,since I met Cal." I stop,remembering his cute,young face,"He was always caring and protective over me. Not like a brother figure,but like a best friend over their best friend type of way. He knew what to say at the right time,and can suspect my mood." 

"Like if you're PMS-ing?" Emby interrupts,smrking wider.

Dang him and that smirk! 

"No!" My cheeks burn from embarassment because he's right. Cal would know when I was PMS-ing and buy me chocolate to calm the month. I remember those good,tasty cho-

"You know I can read your mind,right?" He says,lifting his eyebrows. "Also,nice trying lying. I could tell you were,even without my power."

Dang his super powers too! 

"Anyway...Cal was one of the people who understood me. He knows my life story and my favorite things in the whole world. He knew who or what I hated most.Like,out of curiousity, Chelsy."

I growled at the thought of her. She thinks she's s innocent. Wait until I get out of here and she'll get more than a b-slap.

"Still reading you."  The killer says.

"Oh right..So now you know who Cal is." I sucked in my breath,waiting for him to speak. After a few moments, I look at Emby. He looks deep into his thoughts,which is kind of cute when he's not trying to kill me.

"He seems like a great guy."

My head snaps up so fast, I accidentally hurt my neck.

"Shucks,ow." I groaned in pain. I can't rub the spot of my neck where it hurts because of these stupid cuffs.

"Here,let me help you." Emby walks over,taking me by surprise. He kneels down in front of me,and rubs my neck for me. He stares at me while he does it,making me stare back at him. He looks down at my lips,and I gulp. 

Do I want to kiss  him again? I think I do,but at the same time I don't... 

Emby uses his hands on my neck to push my face closer to his. I can feel his breath fanning my lips. Surprisingly,smells like mint. Okay, I'm going off topic..

"Do you want now?" He asks.

^ Cal's POV ^

I drive back to the hotel,where we were staying. I check in with the receptionist,who stills says she hasn't seen Zia.