Free My Immortal Playlist (The Siren Collection #1) by Julius St. Clair Page B

discuss roommates.”
    “Who else are you trying to bum up in here?” I shrieked. Elliot almost teetered out of his seat from the vibrations echoing throughout the room.
    “No one,” Henry winced. “We just want to talk about who your next victim should be.”
    “Obviously,” Noah interjected. “You’re going to strike again. How long do you have left before you have to feed again?”
    “How long do you?” I snapped, feeling like I needed to bury my head into a pillow. Things were better when I didn’t have to face my victims, let alone live with them. Now we were all sitting around like it was on big intervention, discussing the fact that I was going to get weak and strike again. Being that they were all affected by my condition, they probably figured it was only proper they get a say in how it all goes from here on out.
    “I want someone who could be more like a servant,” Henry said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe a social outcast. Someone so used to being trampled on that it won’t be such a change when he comes here.”
    “Or who says it has to be a he?” Elliot spoke up. “A little more decoration could go a long way here. A little eye candy, if you will. A female, if you catch my drift, gentlemen.”
    “You too?” I scoffed. He shrugged his shoulders the best he could as I turned to the other two. “You don’t get a say in who I…feed on next.”
    “Why not?” Henry whined. “I mean, you’re not really going to just transform someone and force them to live on the streets, are you? You know it’s not going to stay that way, especially once he or she finds out where the rest of us are.”
    “I’m with Elliot,” Noah nodded. “We should have more females up in here.”
    “I’m not enough for all of you?”
    “No offense, Alexandra,” Elliot said, choosing his words carefully. “But if you believe that any of us are going to fall in love with you, you’re delusional. While this…enchanting spell may be in effect, and you are far more appealing to behold than any of us would be willing to admit, the fact remains that each of our relationships with you has changed drastically. Noah, please tell me this is true.”
    I turned to Noah, eager to hear his answer. He had been so convincing last night in the basement . Though Elliot said Noah was all about his own personal gain, and this theory became true when he stole my music, there was still a small part of me that still believed he was interested in me - that he didn’t think I was just some blood-sucking succubus that took the souls of others. That despite what I had done to him, he still saw me as before. The same Alexandra. The girl that I played every day and I wished so desperately to become every night.
    But his eyes s aid it all, even before his lips began to part.
    “I’m sorry, Alexandra,” he whispered gently. I felt my jaw clench, not out of anger, but disappointment. Disappointment in the fact that I still wasn’t accepted by anyone. To those I met I was either a walking lie, or their soon-to-be murderer.
    “It’s okay,” my voice cracked a little. “At least we’re all being honest.”
    “Did you think there could be a relationship between us?” he asked, but I had no real answer for him. I had felt airy last night, but I couldn’t be sure if it was him or his hypnotism. Perhaps that’s how they all felt about me. It was hard to tell what reality was from time to time.
    “Well, at least we can all be friends,” I said, kind of by-passing his qu estion. “At least I hope we can.”
    “There’s no doubt about that,” Elliot said with confidence. “Regardless of the past, you can be assured that I will always be your companion.”
    “And I your enforcer,” Noah winked. “I’ll make short work of anyone that tries to harm a single hair on your head.”
    “And I protect my investments,” Henry said with a cold glare in his eyes. “Yeah, I like you, but before all of this, it was more than that. I