32- Her bones

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Mía hated feeling so good when she woke up. The effects of having fed the day before had not faded; rather, they had intensified. Her body felt fluid. Each of her movements was smooth and flowing, and she felt as if she were sliding back and forth.

When she got out of bed, she practically started dancing around the room, unable to help it. And although she had never taken any kind of classes, she moved as if in a ballet, as if elegance had suddenly become part of her DNA.

She didn’t need to look in the mirror to realize she was radiant. She could feel it. Her skin was truly luminous.

And despite her best efforts to feel guilty and mourn the loss of the man she had killed the day before, her siren-ness was at its peak, and her whole body radiated happiness.

Sadness was still present because she had done something absolutely dreadful and would never be able to forgive herself for it. But it was buried deep within her, hidden alongside the rest of the negative emotions that her new siren powers didn’t want her to feel.

She went down the stairs two at a time, simply because she felt like it, and almost collided with Leo Lycan, who was standing at the bottom.
“Good morning, Mía,” he said, in a tone even more dazed than usual.
He seemed almost overwhelmed by her beauty, and Mía felt a sharp pang of hatred for causing that effect on him. Or on any other werewolf, for that matter.
“Good morning,” she replied, smiling at him nonetheless.

She was pleased to discover that the insatiable desire she had felt for him had disappeared. Of course, Leo Lycan still seemed attractive to her, but she felt not the slightest impulse to leap on him.
“Do you need something?” Leo Lycan asked, following her into the kitchen.
“God, Leo Lycan, stop drooling over the poor girl,” Antonieta said, rolling her eyes in a very exaggerated manner. “She doesn’t have to put up with you acting like a dog in heat from early morning.”

Antonieta was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. There was a cheap magazine spread out in front of her, showcasing the best and worst beach bodies, and next to the magazine was a half-full glass of orange juice.
“I’m sorry.” Leo Lycan looked at his feet, embarrassed.
“I see you slept soundly,” Antonieta said, directing her attention to Mía as she lazily flipped through the magazine.
“I slept well,” Mía replied vaguely, opening the fridge. There wasn’t much food, but she fiddled with an apple and closed the door.
“Well, you look radiant,” Antonieta said without looking at her. “It suits you to be a siren.”

Mía leaned against the fridge and took a bite of the apple because she couldn’t think of any other way to respond. It was obvious that it was some kind of compliment, but Mía didn’t want to take it as such. She still didn’t want to be a siren.

Suddenly, the house filled with music as Negani turned on a sound system in the adjoining room. Adele came floating through the air, and Negani joined in. She managed, incredible as it seemed, to make her singing sound more adorable than Adele’s.

Leo Lycan continued to look at his feet, embarrassed, but he glanced at Negani as soon as she started to sing. He even began walking toward her, moving slowly as if drawn by her song.
“Shut up, Negani!” Antonieta yelled, with a disturbing undertone in her normally silky voice. When she was angry, she had a monstrous tone that seemed uncontrollable and made her sound like a terrifying creature from a horror movie. “No one wants to hear your croaking!”
“Ugh!” Negani growled, raising her voice, and the music went silent. Not just Negani, but the sound system too. “I’m going swimming, since you’re being such a buzzkill!”

“Can I go swimming too?” Leo Lycan asked, looking at Antonieta.
“Did you clean all the blood off the convertible last night?” Antonieta asked, still looking at the satin pages of the magazine.
“Um, no?” He frowned as he thought. “No. You told me not to worry about that and to go to bed with you.”

“Well, now you’re up.” She smiled wryly, not trying to hide her disdain. “Go clean the car.”
“Sure, yes, of course.” Leo Lycan nodded quickly and left the kitchen to do what she ordered.

“So, how did it go?” Antonieta asked, resting her chin on her hand as she turned a page.
Before answering, Mía swallowed the piece of apple in her mouth.
“What?”
“Taking a human life.” Antonieta still had her head tilted as if she were examining the beach bodies, but she lifted her eyes to look at Mía.

They were black, as always, but danced with the mere thought of a murder. Mía forced herself to take another bite of the apple, even though she felt nauseous hearing about murder, and she refused to answer Antonieta’s question.
“Now you’re really one of us,” Antonieta continued, smiling as she spoke. “Now you’re a monster. Just like me, Negani, and Rossy. You’ve tasted human heart, and nothing can stop you now.”
“I will never be like you.” Mía shook her head and looked at the apple she was holding. “I made a mistake last night, but I will never lose control like that again. I will never be a monster.”

Antonieta laughed.
“To begin with, you said you’d never kill anyone. Oh, those little moral negotiations you have with yourself… You’ll see that, in the long run, morality won’t mean anything to you. We chose you for a reason.”
“You chose me because you were running out of options,” Mía pointed out. “Rossy told me I was the last option.”
“However, you were my first choice,” Antonieta said.