The Mermaid's Mate

This isn't your average siren story.

Katrín likes her job.

It's simple: seduce and kill a few mainland-ers to stay alive. All she needs is the blood of a measly, puny human once a month. Human blood gives her the strength and magic she needs to be able to survive underwater.

Katrín had a problem, however.

The elders were clear: there are two rules a siren must never break.

1. Only convert human women into sirens
2. Never, under any circumstance, can a siren drink the blood of another supernatural creature.

Katrín really didn't mean to taste the demon, it was purely accidental.
However, she knowingly decided to let him stick around.

Excerpt:

It was a chilly day in Seattle on that particular November morning, but to Katrín, it was the perfect temperature. She was, after all, used to more freezing temperatures than that. She reminded herself to keep an eye out for the "bad apples" in the city, for one of the evil humans will be her meal for the month. Katrín burrowed down inside of her fur jacket, and made sure her sunglasses were sitting snugly on the bridge of her nose. A siren's tell-tale eyes unsettle humans. Siren eyes fade from color to color, touching every spectrum of the rainbow in under a minute. A siren's mood can also affect their eye color.

Anyway, the important thing was that her sunglasses were covering her currently black eyes. Apparently the emotion "hangry" translates to black. Seems legit.

Out of the corner of Katrín's black eyes, she noticed a man bump hard into a woman on the sidewalk. Katrín's sharp, fish-like eyes watched carefully as the man steadied the woman with one hand, but sneaked his other into her purse, slyly grabbing a wallet, and putting said wallet into the pocket of his coat in one fluid motion.

Katrín grinned to herself. She had found her lunch.

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