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His pupils were blown as his gaze tracked me avidly yet the expression on his alien face was what I would consider confused, perhaps bewildered, more than anything.

A merman? No. I'd seen drawings and paintings of the mer-people hanging in art galleries or scribbled within the sketchbooks of besotted sailors before. And unless people were looking at them through rose tinted, heart shaped glasses, his species was definitely something else.

He was something entirely more sinister. A siren.

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