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kissed her soundly on the lips. And again, it was nice, but her body didn’t buzz or tremble. She looked at him when he pulled away.
    “I think it’s time to call this thing, whatever it is, siren. Don’t you?” He was giving her an easy out, and she wanted to kiss him for it. But she didn’t.
    Instead, she gave him a thin smile. “Am I that transparent?”
    Snorting, he shoved two fingers through his hair. “Gotta admit, I’ve never felt like I was always second place with anyone else. Not too sure that’s so great on my ego.”
    She laughed, but the sound was pitiful. “I’m sorry, Blue, but I tried to be honest with you from the beginning. I can’t help how I feel.”
    “Nah.” He flicked his wrist. “I know. Thought maybe eventually my fae charm could wear you down, but I think that damn grizzly’s gotten so far under your skin, there’s not a chance in hell for anyone else.”
    She shook her head. “Don’t even mention him right now. That’s a hopeless cause too. I think we all know it.” Standing, she decided that was as good a time as any to make a clean break.
    Thankfully, Blue never had gotten that wrapped up in her. “Tell you what though,” he mumbled with an edge of heat to his words, “I’m gonna miss siren sex. You don’t know what sex is till you tap it.”
    She snorted with laughter. She’d needed that. As crass as he sometimes was, there were parts about Blue she was actually going to miss. “Gee, thanks, Blue. Seriously. Of all things you’ll miss about me—”
    “It’ll be the magickal vajayjay, yup.” He winked mischievously. “Anyway, later, siren.” Then picking up the remote, he turned the TV back on. And that was that.
    It had been a good four months, fun in its own way. And though she had a twinge of remorse, she mostly just felt relief. Turning on her heel, she didn’t say goodbye. She just saw herself out the door and closed it behind her.
    She walked for miles aimlessly. Blue lived in a trailer park about five miles from her home, so it was an easy enough walk.
    And though it was Alaska and the nights got crazy cold, she was a cold-weather siren, bred for the harsh arctic environments. Her skin barely felt the chill of the air. She was dressed in a heavy jacket and jeans, and though she was breathing heavier from crunching through thick, packed snow, she walked.
    Because going home right then was out of the question. Nothing was waiting for her there, not even a cat. Maybe in the next place she settled, she would find herself a cat... or maybe a dog. They were nicer.
    Her footsteps were shambling and aimless, her thoughts far away as she imagined where she would go next. She could try some other coastal part of Alaska, or maybe she would finally get brave and leave Alaska altogether, go to the tropics somewhere.
    Before she knew it, she realized her footsteps had taken her to the one place they always took her when her mind was in turmoil. The water.
    The town barely had a population of three hundred and fifty at last census, so she doubted anyone would be out and about, especially not in the cold weather. But even if they had, she wouldn’t have cared.
    Stripping, she shucked off her jacket, boots, jeans, and sweater until she stood on the rocky beach completely naked. She wasn’t a full-time water siren, which meant she didn’t need to constantly be in water to survive, but the water eased her. It helped her to gather her thoughts, which were jagged and sharp at the moment.
    Running for the water, she jumped in without a moment’s hesitation. She shivered only briefly at the icy contact of it against her warm flesh, but she adjusted to the frigid waters almost instantly.
    She had no tail, because again, she wasn’t a full-time siren. Unlike most other Breed, she couldn’t shift. She simply was what she was—a woman with a voice that could kill.
    Treading the waters back and forth, she stared at the moonlight that shimmered along the top of the black