For the last few days, Truly's head has been swimming. On top of school and work, she's been pouring herself into her books, trying to figure out signs and spell revolving around soulmates. Between the mirror, the electrifying touches, and the unprompted clap of thunder, she can't deny that Kade is it. He's the one she's destined to be with.

Everyt'ing about him just feels right.

It's made being around him harder. She wants to cave to her draw to him, but she knows her family, particularly the males, won't approve. No one touches their precious Pearl.

She just needs time to get away from Kade, and being on campus isn't going to provide that. She needs to let loose and relax. There's no other way of doing that than being around her family, particularly her cousins.

She would have gone out with her brother Finn too, but some 'family' business came up, sending him back home for the weekend.

Dusk has long passed as Truly walks past colorful pastel buildings of the city in the middle of her small intimate party. Since she doesn't know the area well and her cousins travel about more, she's relying on them to pick a good spot. As they approach the gated front of Wasted Haven, Truly wonders what type of place her three male cousins picked to go drinking in.

"Are t'ey locking us in?" She raises a brow to Keegan, her twenty-year-old cousin.

His pouty lips curl up in a sly smile. "Noh, but t'ey should." His light blue eyes dance with mischief.

Next to him, his young red-headed fiance, Poppy, snorts. "Aye, ain't dat de truth?"

"Now, Poppy," Truly's eldest cousin, Blaine, comes up behind Truly and drapes his thick muscular arm over her shoulders. "Ye make it sound like we Davelvon's aren't fit for society."

Poppy wraps an arm around Keegan's waist and hugs herself close to him. "I only agreed, blame yer cousin. 'E was de one dat said ye all should be locked away." Her thick Irish accent falls heavy from her lips.

"Not t'at she would've been wrong." Keegan pulls open the wooden door that reminds Truly what a captain's quarters' door would look like on an old pirate ship.

When she walks into the bar, the smell of beer, rum, and whiskey fills her senses. An odor that's often found on the island. With Atlantis' founding ancestors being pirates, the heavy influence of the buccaneers still lingers even five hundred years later.

"T'ink ye can out drink me, Little Pearl?" Blaine taunts as he brushes his long chin-length dark brown hair out of his face.

"Yer ta biggest lush on ta island, Blaine." Poppy teases over her shoulder.

Blaine flicks her off as the group of six passes through the wooden hall leading to the bar and dance floor. Truly scans the crowd, looking for an open table for them to sit at. Her heart stills when she catches sight of Kade dressed in low-cut jeans and a loose-fitting shirt as he dances with a cute little Asian girl. Their bodies press together, her back to his front as they move seductively together. If the grin on Kade's face means anything, he's enjoying himself immensely. Spinning around to face him, the girl slides her arms around his neck, and, to Tru's horror, Kade dips his head and kisses her.

'Flavor of the week or month.' That's what Heather had called the girls Kade spends his time with the night of the frat party. "You're way too sweet to fall victim to him. He'll only play with you and break your heart.'"

As much as she tried to guard herself against Kade, Tru has already fallen victim. She blames her own damn beliefs, though. Seeing his lips pressed against another's stings and the way he's kneading the girl's hips tell her his intentions tonight.

As much as she doesn't want to admit it, it hurts. Truly had thought he felt the draw to each other too, and saw the same damn signs she did. Ye mean not'ing to him. Just another girl among millions. Her chest tightens as she feels tears of embarrassment sting her eyes. Did ye t'ink ye were different?

"What's wrong, Little Pearl?" Cory, the tallest of her group, asks. His long dark-brown hair hangs in his face as his arm wraps around his wife's, Liza, waist.

Forcing a smile, Truly shakes it off. "Not'ing."

"I know what's wrong." Blaine moves his hand to the small of her back and starts pushing her toward the dance floor. "Our Little Pearl wants to dance."

Truly's eyes go wide as she desperately shakes her head. "Oh no. It's fine. Let's just drink." The last thing she wants is to risk Kade seeing her and have to talk to him with his date.

"I ain't havin' it." A smile spreads across Blaine's face. "Me Pearl wants to dance." He takes her hand and spins her, flaring her short green dress. "So we dance."

When Blaine spins her back into him, Truly lets out a giggle and braces a hand against his chest to stop herself from crashing into him. The goof wraps a muscular arm around her waist and starts dancing her around the room, causing her to laugh and unknowingly help fade the pain.

A hint of a sweet haunted laugh in the air has Kade's eyes lifting on reflex as he continues to dance with Jenny, a girl he met earlier this evening. It seems familiar, but it's too faint to place or find with this many around him. As his attention shifts back to Jenny, the laugh rings out again, this time closer. Able to follow it this time, his eyes land on Truly from work's slender form.

Again? Ever since school started, it's like their ships have been set in a damn collision course. If I told Raven about this, he'd call it twisted fate. Like his dad and brothers, his distant cousin Raven is way too superstitious. He'd take their repeated run-ins as a sign she was the one.

'Ring her bell, put the next Brovern in her and set sail. Ya can claim it as yuhs after it's born like I did me Hailee.' Raven gruffly mutters in his head.

Cause I want a fucking bastard before I'm twenty-one. Kade inwardly scoffs at the idiotic idea, knowing his cousin rarely visits his, even if he claimed the girl. Contrary to fucking island belief, not every Brovern is a damn bastard, just most of them.

The thought of being with her has Kade's eyes sliding over her body as he decides if he wants to ditch Jenny or not and risk Killian's wrath since he seems to have an odd sweet spot for her. There's also the issue of her dancing with the bulky late twenty-year-old covered in tattoos.

What the fuck is she doing letting him trim her masts?

Irritation ripples through him. The guy's older than her and heavily tattooed, which means absolutely nothing in their culture. Problem is, Kade can't place just what about him irks him. It's just a gut instinct she shouldn't be with that guy, and everyone and their mother on the islands knows to trust their gut. As the guy's hand moves slightly south on Truly's back, Kade's jaw ticks.

If his hand drops to her ass, I'm gonna fucking break it. It's an irrational thought and an odd one at that, but it has him scanning for options.

Catching sight of Killian dancing with Jenny's friend Missy, Kade's lip curls. Bingo. He's not close enough to get his attention, though. A flash of teal hair reminds him someone in their group is. "Nikita," he calls out in Russian, attracting one of his father's business partner's ward.

She tilts her head at him as she dances with Sasha. "Tell Killian his baby unicorn is gonna lose her magic if he ain't careful."

Her brows scrunch in confusion. "He has a unicorn?" Her expression turns determined. "I vant unicorrrn. Get me a unicorrrn, Kade."

Kade tips his head towards the ceiling and sighs. As the daughter of a wealthy Russian businessman, Nikita's used to getting what she wants, even if it's outrageous. "Sasha explain."

Sasha leans in closer as he dances with Nikita and, after a moment, a look of realization crosses her face. "Fine, but I still vant unicorrrn. This place has sirens and your giant squid," she points a finger at him. "You cannot tell me there are no unicorns."

"Okay, okay." I'll get you a fucking stuffed narwhal and a book of how they're the unicorn of the damn sea. "Just tell him!"

Nikita reaches over and taps Killian's back as she talks. His face darkens just like Kade hoped it would. 'Where?' Killian lips.

Kade points off to the right, straight towards Truly.

The sight of his precious baby unicorn dancing with some shady-looking older dude brings out a side of Killy that's seldom seen on the island, and this one's far from jovial. It's the reason he can never go home. "Oi, fecker." He puts on Blaine's shoulder, causing Truly's eyes to widen. "Get yer damn hands of me baby unicorn. She's far too young fer ye."

Blaine turns and gives a death glare to Killian. "Who te feck are ye?" No males in her family take a liking to the idea of her being with someone.

"Don't kill, Killian!" Truly quickly jumps between the two men, placing a hand on each of their chests to keep them apart. "He's a platonic mate."

Blaine stays squared off, ready to pounce, but he remains put for Truly's sake.

"I told ye, she's me baby unicorn," a hint of a true Irish accent she thought was just an influence from the island fills Kilian's words. "And he could try, Sparkle."

Truly cuts Killian a look telling him to shut the hell up. You don't piss off her family; it gets you a one-way ticket to Davy Jones. "Blaine, t'is is me bucko, Killian. Killy, t'is is me cousin, Blaine."

Killian's eyes run coolly between them, noting all the similarities. "You look nothin' like me baby unicorn. She's cute and dainty and yer," his eyes slide over Blaine. "You."

That makes Blaine snort. "Aye. I ain't cute and dainty." Blaine looks over his shoulder and signals Truly's other two cousins, who were on their way over, that everything is fine.

Comfortable now that the big oaf won't steal his baby unicorn's virtue, Killy scans the crowd. "Where's yer mum?"

"Heather is not me mum. She's not even me big sista." Tru rolls her eyes.

A smirk appears on Blaine's face. Not only does he find the Irishman amusing, but seeing his baby cousin so irritated makes it even better.

Killian quirks a disapproving brow at her. "That's no way to talk about yer mum."

"Would ye stop." Truly quietly begs, knowing her cousins will never let her live this down.

"Oi, Cory!" Blaine calls over his shoulder to the circle table the rest of their party is sitting at. "I t'ink I found an Irishman crazier t'an we are."

Killian scoffs, looking mildly affronted. "I'm not touched, ye are."

"Yer pissed. How te hell did ye even realize I was 'ere?" Truly raises a brow to him.

"Parental instincts." Killian nods to himself.

Blaine bursts out laughing in a deep chortle and slaps Tru's back hard enough she lurches forward.

"Te only instincts ye have is findin' te watering hole." Truly crosses her arms in a huff. "What pulled yer face from te yer beer mug?"

"First off." Killy raises a finger and points it at her. "The Wasted Haven serves shite beer. No self respectin' Irishmen would drink that swill. Second, I happen ta be great at finding culchie." His use of Irish slang for a pretty girl only confirms he has to be one, even if his accents faint. "I was dancin' with one till Nikita told me this bastard here was gonna demagic ye. I couldn't stand fer that."

Truly's nose wrinkles in disgust at the thought of sleeping with her cousin.

"Demagic, ye?" Blaine smirks down at her. "I'm gonna pass on t'at one, luv."

"God." Truly rolls her eyes at her cousin for playing into Killy's ridiculousness.

Killian's answer to her question shocks Truly a little bit. Mostly because she has no idea who the hell he's talking about. "Who te feck is Nikita, and why the hell is she concerned about me virtue?" The last thing she needs is one more person guarding her virginity, especially someone she doesn't even know.

"Feck if I know." Killian flicks his fingers to the side. "One of me mates likely saw and sent that one after me. I don't even try ta understand that woman's mind. I just know ye can't touch her." He turns and scans the crowd, finding her with Sasha and Kade as they lean against the wall, drinking. "That's Nikita, the teal haired lass next ta Sasha. They might be a t'ing, but I thought that about her and Brandyn last year and now his damn brother brings her ta school every mornin'. I don't know who she fecks anymore."

Truly's gaze shifts to the group, lingering on Kade a little longer than the rest as he returns her gaze with an unamused one of his own.

Truly's lips thin, realizing it was Kade that sent him over. Sure, kiss another feckin' girl, but me dancin' with me cousin, t'at's a problem.

"Ye may not know t'em, Little Pearl, but." A broad smile spreads across Blaine's face. "I like his mates." Blaine wraps an arm around her and playfully jerks her to him.

"Of course ye do." Truly cuts her cousin a glare. "And ye touch me hair, Imma gonna sock ye in yer balls." She points a warning finger at him, knowing that he's planning on giving her a noogie.

Blaine gently pats the top of her head. "Wouldn't dream of it, me pretty Little Pearl."

"She's a black-hearted baby unicorn, not a bloody pearl. What's the feckin' obsession with jewels on these isles?"

"Ye realize we're a nation of bloody pirates, right?" Blaine's hand drops to the small of Truly's back to guide her back to their table.

"Ye don't say?" Killy sarcastically snarks back. "I t'aught all this," he gestures around them. "Was because ye all loved me and my brothers so much ya had ta show your Psi pride and got ink like ours." He pulls down the corner of his shirt to reveal a skull and crossbones over his heart. "Yes, I know ye were founded by pirates." Killy rolls his eyes. "You ain't the only guirrier," the Irish term for a trouble maker rolls perfectly off his lips. "Ta found a nation. You don't see the Aussie's flaunting prison uniforms, or us Irish," he flicks his fingers at himself, runnin' around like Celts....often."

"Aye." A look passes over Blaine's face that Truly knows all too well. The man's itching to get under Killy's skin, hoping to start a friendly scuffle. Just as Blaine is about to open his mouth, Truly elbows him hard in the gut. "Feck, Little Pearl, I was just going to ask if he wanted to join us for a pint."

"So long as its Irish whiskey." Killian shrugs. "Kade's rum is shite and I can't stand Sasha's feckin' vodka."

"We wouldn't order anything but." Blaine nods toward their table and turns to join the rest of their party.

When they get to the table, Blaine points to the rest of the part. "Killy, our cousins, Cory and his wife Liza." He points to the tall thin man in his mid-twenties sitting next to his small, dark-haired wife. "And Keegan, and his fiance, Poppy." Blaine gestures to a young man not much older than Truly, and a very petite red-head next to him. "This lad," Blaine nods toward Killy. "Is our little pearl's daddy unicorn, apparently."

"Ye don't have to bring up the feckin' unicorn t'ing." Truly takes a seat between Blaine and Poppy.

"I'm not a unicorn." Killy looks mildly offended. "I'm a fecking bitter black heart. Heather's ta unicorn." Moving to stand behind her chair, he points down towards Tru. "And she's a Sparkle. Uni says that's what baby ones are called."

"Feck me sideways." Truly sighs and scrubs her face with her hands, knowing she's going to have to explain all this to her cousins, not that it'll save her from their ridicule.

Killian's eyes snap down at her. "Don't go sayin' shite like that, you'll give me brothers the wrong impression."

"Aye." Cory nods in agreement, though it's a common phrase their entire family says. "We don't need no lads interested in ye pokin' around t'is table, Little Pearl." He gives her a wink as he fills the shot glasses with the full bottle the barmaid brought over and passes them out. "I'd hate to have to kill some so early on tonight."

"Ha ha." Truly takes her shot and tips it back.

Taking his own, Killian throws it back and sets it back down. Already antsy on his feet to move, he drops a hand on Truly's shoulder. "I'm gonna dance, ye wanna dance, Sparkles?"

To her shock, her cousins don't seem to mind him asking. Normally, a guy would scurry off with their tail between their legs at this point. "Aye." She eyes her three cousins.

"What is he going to do, lass?" Blaine smirks. "He's yer black-hearted daddy."

"Oh, shut the feck up." Truly fills her shot glass again and throws another drink back before hopping off her chair and grabbing Killian's hand. "Alright, daddy, let's dance."

Killy groans. "Now yer making me feel old. It's not me fault you Sparkles age so fast." He reaches up with his free hand and playfully pinches her cheek. "You're only two weeks and look how big ye are. Already walkin' and drinking yer Guinness." He fake sniffs like he's about to cry.

"Why do I hang out with ye?"

Killy grins. "Cause of me irresistible Irish charm and Guinness. And the fact I'm yer feckin' father."

"Ah, right, te Guinness." She playfully smiles at him as they walk to the dance floor. Spinning her out and back to him, Killian dances in a similar style as Blaine did, giving the impression he's family to her and fueling the myth she's his sister. After a while, Killy steps unexpectedly back as a hand slides around her waist from behind.

Just by the way her skin tingles, Truly knows who it is.

"Somehow, every time I turn around, I find you in front of me. It's like you want to collide ships." Unable to resist, Kade's fingers graze her stomach. "Are you trying to rip open my haul, Truly?"

"Hardly." Truly scoffs as she turns toward him. "I t'ink ye have plenty of girls around ye can sink yer ship into. I'm not interested in being yer next flavor of the month, as t'ey say."

A grin slides across Kade's lips. "What can I say, it's a pirate's life for me."

"Aye." Truly steps out of his touch, making her feel empty when she does. "I should get back to me party."

A light frown crosses Kade's lips as he follows her and slides his arm around her waist, placing his hand low on her hip. "I sent Kill after you for a reason. Something's not right with that one."

Truly's brow rises. "Who, te lad I was dancing with?" An amused smirk crosses her lips. "Aye, te man is a scoundrel t'at has way too much interest in what goes on below me belt. Right good dancer t'ough. If I get drunk enough tonight, I may even go home with him."

Kade's fingers on her hip flex as the surrounding air seems to crackle, making it feel like there's a squall in the room.

"Ye don't like t'at idea?" She chuckles. "Why? What do ye care? Aren't ye takin' t'at pretty t'ing home?" She nods to the girl he was kissing earlier, who's now dancing with Hayden.

His eyes flick to the side to see who she means. "Pretty sure she's going home with Hayden. Jealous, Truly?" His brow quirks as the corner of his lip curls. "She's just a lass we met a few hours ago at the Devil's Whore."

"Aye, just a girl ye kissed." She points out. Just like me. Just a girl he kissed. Nothin' more.

Kade releases a deep chuckle as he pulls her flush against him, and their hips sway in unison. "I thought you said you were native. It's kind of a thing here." He leans his head down, his breath teasing her lips. "Take what you want, when you want. For gold and glory, Little Siren." The nickname he'd started referring to her in his mind since the night at the skerry unintendedly slips unintentionally from his lips.

As much as she wants to kiss him, Truly refrains. With her cousin just on the other side of the room and her growing attachment to him, she knows it's a bad idea. Her gaze drifts over to the table where her cousins and their girls are merrily drinking and paying her no mind since she's supposed to be dancing with Killian.

Following her gaze, irritation fills Kade, and he finds himself dragging her off the dance floor towards the back door.

"Where are we goin'?"

"Somewhere better. This place has lost its appeal."

"Okay, well just a sec." Truly pulls her hand from his grasp when they get outside. She stops and lifts her short dress, revealing a garter purse that she's keeping her phone and money in. Pulling out her phone, she sends a quick text to her cousins that she's tired and heading home without them before tucking it back into place. When she lets her skirt drop back into place, she looks up to find him staring at her. "What?"

"Nothin'," Kade's heated gaze lingers on her upper thighs. "Just admiring the view."

Truly clears her throat and nods towards the street. "Are we goin'? Or is t'is te some place better? Cause I gotta say, te alley isn't t'at great."

Kade rolls his eyes and takes her hand, leading her towards the coast and a bar he likes, which most locals avoid like the plague. When they reach the plank way that leads to a ramp down into the ocean, he turns and grins at her. "Ready to get wet?"

"Har har."

Leading her down, they enter a large room with an entire wall made of glass so that they're part of the ocean. Kade steps to the side so they're not in the flow's way and pulls her in front of him so that she can take it all in. The underwater bar with its pulsing dance floor is beautiful. Especially the thousands of thin white shells dangling down mixed with blown glass lights that look like an upside-down jellyfish. Beside the bar, girls dressed as sirens swim in a tank, luring some patrons to them. Even the stools are made to look like sharp sea urchins. "Most locals avoid this place," he breathes against her ear. "They're superstitious enough to think one of those girls is a siren or another will just walk through the panes and drag them off to Davy Jones' locker."

Truly's head tilts up to look at him, and she leans into his embrace. "Are ye not afraid of sirens?"

Kade's expression turns serious. "No, I fear nothing of the sea. Davy Jones can't touch me." He angles up his left hand to prove it, revealing his family ring with the giant deep-set ruby in it. A stone cut from the very gem referred to as the Kraken's heart. If he were superstitious like the rest of them, he'd consider it a very piece of the beast itself, giving him the ability to control the Kraken while identifying him as untouchable to Davy Jones.

Truly's gaze shifts from the ring to him before raising a brow at him. She knows the Brovern tale and has seen that very ring on thousands of tourists. "Yer lucky charm keeps te siren's away?" She lets out a small chuckle, finding it a little ironic. "Ye realize the sirens don't answer to Davy Jones, right?"

Kade's lip quirks. "I know, but it lets me evade death, keep a wicked pet, and have a chance of being dragged off by beautiful women. I'm not seeing the disadvantages." He grins.

"I t'ink it's te drownin' t'at most find irritatin'."

He shrugs a shoulder. "Make it worth my while and you can bring me down to your depths any day." He winks at her, reminding her of the song she'd sung the other day. "Wanna get a drink or are we just skipping to the part where you drag me through the glass?"

"I t'ink we'll just stick with drinks tonight." She gives him a shove toward an empty table.

Truly hoists herself up in one of the black chairs.

"What do you want? I'll get it."

"Don't worry about it. T'ey'll hand ye me drink." She points up to the bar.

Kade gives a small nod before he walks over to the bar. She must be from this island then if they know her order. Most people from Brovern and Wintershall don't wander this far south. "Hey Bob, my usual and the lady says you know what she likes." A few minutes later, Kade slides into the seat beside her and hands her a Guinness. "Kill's gonna give you shit if he ever finds out you drank their swill." The last word he ruins with a horrible Irish accent.

"Swill?" Truly's lip turns up, and tilts the bottle toward him to let him try it.

"I'm good." Kade points to his rum. "I only touch te hard stuff."

Truly snorts as she tips her beer back and takes a swig of the Guinness her family imports from Ireland. "I've already had two shots of whiskey. I'm pacing meself."

"This is my third." He points to a glass far fuller than she knows Bob normally fills it. "But I've had hours on you." He smirks. "So you're a Cailleach then," his voice drops softer. "No offence, but you don't sound like the people I've heard from around here."

"I don't?" She chuckles, knowing the accent gets thicker as it shifts up the island, especially northeast Davelvon and south Brovern, where she's from. "Aye, I'm a Cailleach. I take it yer not from around here t'en?"

"No." Kade takes a sip of his rum. Eleven hours is most definitely not near. The island they're on, Davelvon, is the size of England alone, and the one across the bridge he's from, Brovern, like Wintershall, is the size of Ireland.

"So, what's yer story t'en, Kade." She purrs out like she often hears other girls do when they're talking about him. "What brings you to Bellamy U."

"Marine Biology. Which is why I'm more than willing to get dragged off." He takes a sip of his rum. "I'd suffer in the name of science." He gives her a playboy wink as he takes a sip of his rum.

"How noble of you." She shakes her head and takes a drink of her beer before resting her elbows on the glowing purple table.

"Science is an uphill battle." He says it jokingly, but Atlantis is an unideal place for any scientific mind to work. His need to discover how things work and debunk theories has always had him at odds with his family. "As you can imagine, I tend to step on toes when I try to test a legend's legitimacy."

"Aye, I can't imagine t'at goin' well with te natives. We like our legends and myths."

"Trust me." He takes a sip of his rum. "I'm well aware." Wanting to change the topic, his eyes slide over Truly. "What about you? There' are plenty of other schools. Why Bellamey?"

"Me daddy wouldn't let me go to another. Me brother goes to Bellamy, and if I was going to go to school it had to be where someone could keep an eye on me." A look of irritation passes over Truly's face. She would have gladly gone to another school. Somewhere where she could have been free. She loves her family, but they are overprotective to a suffocating point.

"Family issues I get. You don't get much more fucked up than mine."

"I luv me family, but I'm a bit... odd and t'ey worry." She shoulder's shrug slightly.

A shadow falls over Kade's face. "I haven't seen eye to eye with anyone in my family in a long time."

Truly tips back her beer and finishes it, and sets it down hard on the table. "Ye wanna dance?" The last thing Truly wants to do is talk about family, not that she really can talk about hers even if she wants to.

"Definitely." Kade throws back the rest of his rum, knowing it's gonna fuck with his system hard, but it's smarter than letting it sit unattended. As he stands, he offers her his hand.

Truly gladly lays her hand in his, sending a buzz up her arm, and slips off the chair. She pulls him to the other side of the bar, out of sight of the workers, just in case they decide to report back to her Uncle Angus.

When there's nothing but glass between them and the ocean, Kade pulls her into him so that there're only inches between them.

"Ye have space issues, don't ye?" Truly chuckles as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

Kade's eyes drop, noting the gap between their bodies. "You're right." His hand drops to cup her ass as he pulls her flush against him. "There's way too much." The proximity thing has been a common complaint since he's come to this side of Atlantis. They don't get Northern Brovern's more Russian culture and its views on distance. Since he's arrived, it's been a fun habit to exploit it just to see what people will do.

In her case, he's rewarded with cute blushes and gasps. Sure, other girls have done it, but there's something about her that makes it a thousand times better. Something to do with the way she seems to ease the wanderlust that runs through his veins.

A blush grows on her cheeks. Truly tangles her fingers in the back of his hair. Dance, Truly, just dance. At her command, her hips sway to the music. Over the speakers, one of her family's folk songs plays, one that she sang and recorded just for her family's establishments. To keep her mind from turning into complete mush in his arms, she quietly sings along. "Under te water we live. Under te water we dine. Under te water t'ere is no one watching. Under te water we are alone."

Truly's free hand slides across his shoulder. "Come and jump in.

Under te water with me. So many souls t'at lost control. T'ey heard our call."

Her sweet haunted voice turns their already provocative dance into something more sensual as Kade focuses more and more on her lips and the feeling of her body pressing against his.

"Into the deep, what do t'ey seek? T'ey hear our call. Hearts will dream again. Lungs will breathe in." Ironically, her lungs seem to be struggling with breathing. The energy between them is making it hard for her to focus. It feels like the room has faded away, leaving them dancing alone at the bottom of the ocean. "Under te water we can be together."

God, yes. Unable to stop himself, Kade dips his head down and captures her lips. She was hard to cut and run from at the skerry when he was sober. With this much rum in his system, he's got zero self-control when it comes to the siren before him.

When they part, Truly takes in a shuddered breath. Her mind floods with thoughts of getting the hell out of this bar. "Kade." Her voice is husky with desire as she feels his arousal against her.

"Yeah?" He breathes against her lips, just as affected as she is.

T'is is a bad idea. T'is is a horrible idea. Despite her warning, she can hear herself say, "Ye wanna get outta 'ere, and go somewhere more... private?"

"Fuck yes, just pick the place."

"Mine." It's the most private out of the two. The last thing she wants is his roommate walking in on them.

"You got it." Lured by the plumpness of her lips, Kade kisses her again, needing to taste her almost as badly as he needs his next breath.

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