Siren Moon Prologue

She was nude beneath the crimson of her hooded cloak. The more he resisted a second glance, if only to be sure, the more he fixated on it as he carried her unconscious body toward the adjacent rectory. Was she some test? Is that why was she passed out near the chapel? She looked about twenty, like him, perhaps younger, but where was she from? The nearest other town was hundreds of miles away – by sea. Further, if over the mountainous wilderness and snow-capped peaks abutting town on all other sides. Once inside the rectory, he set her down too quickly and winced as her head bumped the wooden floor. He stared at her anxiously for a moment, and before he knew it, he was forcing himself to stop admiring the sleek, ambrosial curvatures of her face. His heart raced and belly sank as she rasped him with strange unease; a savage unknown tangled with a dulcet familiarity. A something menacing yet violently longed. The moment was shattered when he realized for the first time, that her crimson cloak, was largely covered with what seemed like dried blood. He drew closer and parted it slowly, only to notice that her body was too. He frantically looked for a wound. There was none. The blood was not hers. Before he had a chance to mull over his confusion, he...

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