Page 75 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“This isn’t a game, Calista; I need to know!” Lucca urged again, losing his temper.

“Why is it so important? Why do you want to know anything about this human girl?” She laughed again as she rearranged her collection of clamshells.

“Because I am drawn to her. I know when she is in water, she sings, and hell, she can breathe in water! There is something different, but I can’t sense her being one of us!” he pleaded. “I need to know what she is to me.”

In the short time I’ve known Lucca, he never looked like the person to beg. He was a prince and could have easily commanded her to tell him. Lucca was sensing something else, but he wasn’t telling me. He continued to run his hand through his hair, and I noticed he had small streaks of blue under the Atlantean light.

“Maybe she is your mate, or you have a little crush on the dear?” Lucca shook his head violently.

“She is not. I have no attraction to her in that way, no offense,” he added. I shrugged my shoulders. The feeling was mutual.

“And what of you? What do you think of Prince Lucca?” Calista gestured to me as she continued to mix various spices and fish into the bowl.

“He’s kinda cocky, a little arrogant, and has ‘find the damsel in distress’ complex, but other than that, he’s a nice guy. I trust him,” I said with a smirk.

“I am not arrogant!”

“Tell that to my mate.” I rolled my eyes.

“You are something else. No one would ever talk to me that way,” he laughed.

“I’m just not everyone else,” I deadpanned.

Calista finished mixing her potion and looked back and forth between us, mumbling words under her breath. Finally, she called us over, plucked two hairs from our heads, spat on them, and dumped them into the mixture.

“Please don’t tell me we have to eat that,” I asked worriedly.

“We? We are trying to figure out whatyouare, so I don’t have to eat anything!”

“No one is eating anything,” Calista growled. With a few more flicks of her wrist, the concoction was completed. Calista grabbed my arm without permission and smeared it on my arm. For a few moments, nothing happened until I felt a tingle, then a burn.

“Ouch! Why is it hurting?! Take it off!” I looked around for a washrag until Calista took it off. A small smile left her lips, and she put her hand on her hip.

“Well, human, I guess you aren’t human after all.” I looked at Horus, and he nodded his head in confirmation.

“You’re half-siren and not just any type of siren blood, but a powerful one.” My jaw dropped, and Lucca's brows only knotted to confusion.

“I figured that, but what is she to me?” Lucca growled out.Dang, he’s like a shark. Chomp, chomp.

“Speak to your father. He will have the answers you seek. He’s the only one with enough power and insight to tell you that.” Calista smiled and went to the back of the store.

Meanwhile, I was having an identity crisis. I had not moved from the same spot since she spoke those words. I was not fully human. My birth parents were human! I had never seen any signs of them being anything but human! They didn’t care for me or each other very much, but they were all, in the sense of the word, human.

Breathing underwater, being able to swim well, and Lucca being able to tell I was in the water were all signs that I could very well be part siren. My heart squeezed. Either my parents kept the truth from me or my mother…

My mother was not true to my father while they were together, if they were even together at all. “Breathe there, Princess.” Lucca grabbed me as I began to fall and held me up to sit me in a chair. “Are you all right? This is a lot to process, I’m sure.” I nodded my head lightly, still not focusing my eyes on him.

Within three weeks, my life had changed. I knew my future; it was to be with Osirus. My past, I had closed the doors not just twenty-four hours ago and wanted to live the rest of my life in happiness. Now the back door had been burst open again, and I had to dig back into it.I’m getting whiplash.

“Are you going to breathe? Because it doesn’t look like you are,” Lucca joked as he pushed my shoulder. Shaking my head, I stood up to find Horus looking at us through the window. The gleam in his eye and the slight nod as he glanced at me gave me the reassurance I needed.

“I need to know,” I whispered.

“What?”

“I need to talk to your father. If Calista says I need to talk to him to find out who I am, I need to see him.” Lucca rubbed the back of his head, frustrated.

“That will be hard to do, Princess. He hasn’t been the same since my mother left to be with her true mate.” I nodded in disappointment.

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