39- Love in the water

Although they had not explicitly told Mia, she suspected that they were looking for a
substitute for her. It was only a matter of lifetimes and reincarnations before they found someone and got rid of Mia.

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” Mia said at last. She could barely hold back the tears that filled her eyes.

“I’ve given up everything I loved. So I need you to help me figure it out, okay?”

Seila let out a long sigh.

“Okay. But please be careful.”

“That’s what I always do,” Mia lied, and turned to quickly climb the
stairs so she wouldn’t have to continue talking.

When she was finally safe in her room, she covered her mouth with her hand and began
to cry silently.

Over the past month, as she saw Mia sinking deeper and deeper into
depression, Seila thought it was mostly because of Ignacio. It was true, in part. But mostly it was because she had given up her dream of being an Olympic swimmer, because she had to come to terms with the fact that she was a killer, and because she had to put aside all her plans and wishes.
Again and again, Mia had been asking herself what she would do if she only had a few weeks to live. It seemed the most likely time frame. She did not believe that the mermaids would continue to tolerate her or An Island Where Syrens Lived for many more lives and reincarnations.
The problem was that Mia had not been able to find any answers. And it was impossible for her to do what she really wanted to do: spend more lives and reincarnations with her parents, with Seila and Ignacio, and on the beach, swimming day and night.
She had to find an alternative. For now, the only thing that calmed her down a little was kissing Mathias and pretending that everything would be okay.

The wind blowing in from the bay helped cool his bare skin against the
heat of the sun as he entered the harbor. Daniel carefully brought The Dirty Seagull to
the dock. When it came to a stop, he jumped off the boat and tied it up.
He had barely finished tying the knot when he heard a splash in the water
behind him and took a deep breath. He didn't even need to look back to see that
it was her. By now he could almost feel her watching him.
Daniel might not have fallen under the mermaids' spell, as
the other werewolves had, but that didn't mean he was completely oblivious to their
charms. Antoinette's presence was enough to challenge anyone. When she came
close, it seemed as if the air changed and a new electricity swirled
within him.
As he headed toward the mainland from the island of Syrens Island, he thought he saw
Antoinette on his trail. He couldn't be sure, but almost every time he ventured out to sea he thought he saw her shadow just below the surface of the water, the dark silhouette of her fish form swimming alongside the boat.
Sometimes he put it down to his imagination, but when Antonieta appeared on the dock like that, it only confirmed his suspicions. She was stalking him.
"It's a lovely day for swimming, huh?" Daniel asked.
He glanced behind him. He could only see that Antonieta wasn't wearing her bikini bottoms. He looked away.
"They're going to arrest you if you don't cover up," he said as he stood up.
Antonieta laughed softly.
"I doubt it. I've never been arrested for anything." Out of the corner of her eye she saw her put on the tiny garment. It was coiled like a ball in her bikini top.
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Daniel climbed back into his boat. There was a t-shirt lying on the deck.
He put it on. Antonieta clicked her tongue in disappointment. The werewolf went down inside to get
his shoes and the swinging door closed behind him.
Since he had moved to Syrens Island, there was a lot more room in his
old quarters, but that made it much harder to find his shoes.
They had moved all over the place while he was sailing, and now they had plenty of room
to slide under the bed.
Once he had them in his hands, he turned and quickly climbed up onto the deck.
He didn't trust Antonieta to wait for him outside without getting into trouble.
When he pushed open the small door that took him back up, he almost ran into
her. She stood at the top of the stairs, her long hair dripping water
over her tanned skin, her dark eyes sparkling at him.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a towel?” Antoinette asked, her voice velvety.
“What are you doing on my ship?” Daniel asked.
“I don’t remember inviting you
up.”
“I’m not a vampire,” Antoinette said, giving a subtle threatening tone to her words.
“I don’t need to be invited.”
“I don’t have any more towels on board,” Daniel replied.
He climbed the stairs. When she didn’t move, he pushed her away as he passed her.
He felt the heat of her skin through his shirt, and as he brushed against it, he heard her take a deep breath. However, what frightened him was not that, but the strange growl she made.
There was something inhuman about it, and a certain prehistoric quality. It was a small noise, one that
Antoinette seemed to have made unconsciously, but it was enough to give Daniel goosebumps.

“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet,” Antoinette admitted with a sigh.

“One minute I can’t wait to devour you, and the next minute I’d rather sleep with you.”

“Why would you want to do anything with me?” Daniel asked. He sat down on one
of the seats that surrounded the boat and put on his shoes.

“I don’t know,” she said, and that seemed to annoy her.

Daniel looked up and looked at her. He squinted at the bright sun, and leaned
back against the seat opposite Daniel. He spread his long legs and threw his
head back so that his hair hung over the edge of the boat.

“Do you know anything about Orpheus?” Antoinette asked.

“No.” He finished putting on his shoes and leaned back.

Should I?
“He’s a very popular figure in Greek history,” said Antoinette. “He’s known
for his musical ability and his poetry.”
“Excuse me, but I don’t read much poetry,” Daniel replied.
“Neither do I.” She shrugged. “At least, not his own.”
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But when she was with him, she had practically stopped writing and had given up her
music, and called herself Alan. “Mythology” says that he died after his
wife’s death, but in reality he just changed his name and gave up his old
life.
“So he’s like you?” asked Daniel. “Immortal or whatever?”
Antoinette nodded.
“That’s right. But unlike the mermaids, who gained their immortality through
a curse, he received his through a curse.”