Kyron smirked when Miles was focusing on Kristene like an enchanted dog. Behind the working table, Giada gazed at the wizard with a sad expression. Didn’t he know, he looked like that too whenever he looked at Kristene?
“Would you like to follow my song?” Kristene asked Miles.
“Of course,” the guy replied.
Kristene started singing, and she started swimming away from the house at the same time. Just as she was about to pass through the “entrance” that would take her outside of the house, she threw Giada a glance. Was it a coincidence that the lyric she was singing was “one day I will be free, the world will sing for me”? Whichever the answer was, Giada narrowed her eyes.
“Excuse me,” Miles said to Kyron and Giada. “I’ll be following her.”
“Yeah, I guessed as much,” Giada said. “Everybody follows her around.” She flicked her brown waves behind her shoulder. “She’s a siren. She might devour your soul someday.”
Miles showed a sheepish grin. “Please excuse me.” With that said, he took a bow, and dashed out the door.
“He’s like a dog,” Giada commented.
“Kristene is a siren after all. It’s normal.” As if it was any other normal day, Kyron poured a cup of tea, then took another teacup. “Do you want some?”
“Yes, please.” Giada would gladly accept anything from Kyron. “Kyron,” she started.
“Do you like that siren too?”
“I like Kristene,” he said. “She’s a good girl.”
“You like her the way Miles does?” Giada asked. “Has she seduced you?”
“I don’t get seduced that easily. Don’t you believe me?” he questioned her back.
“I believe you.” She said so, not because she meant what she said, but because she knew he wouldn’t admit it if she confronted him. In that case, she wouldn’t force him. She would protect him from behind. Her gaze shifted again to the direction through which the siren had went. Giada hadn’t talked directly with the siren, not even once. That meant she didn’t have a personal relationship with her. There were no unnecessary emotions clouding Giada’s judgment of Lady Kristene. Giada would never think of Kristene as “good”, because Kristene was not good. How could a siren be a “good girl”, as Kyron put it? A siren would always be a siren. Sirens seduce men and capture them, then kill them.
For a creature as evil as a siren, there are no exceptions. Maybe someone as special as Kyron would be able to make it into Kristene’s “special” list, but Giada doubted the siren had such a heart for that. How could a low life like Kristene understand Kyron’s magnificence?
The more Giada thought, the more worried she became.
She would protect him, without him knowing.