Chapter 46

"People want to tell you things, Reniella, because you have those eyes. Your mother's eyes. Even though they're not the same color as hers, they're just as compelling." 

I rolled those eyes that were apparently so similar to hers.

"Now you're just writing poetry." 

"See!" He pointed a finger at me. "That's the exact same thing she would say. Your mother was like a siren. Do you know what those are? It's an old myth, sirens were mermaids that lured sailors in with their beauty and melodic voices and then killed them afterward. It's morbid, sure, but exactly the right description. You're like her, Reniella. I'm not saying it to upset you or annoy you, it's just the truth. It's not a bad thing, either. You can get far with a pair of eyes like your