That Don't Kill Me

If Siren hadn’t seen what she had just witnessed she never would have approached Viper. Not at all. Their first and last interaction was all Siren needed for the rest of her life. She was concerned for her brother though, not the woman she approached to offer her help. The princess would do anything for her brother, including uncomfortably offering Viper assistance.

The women’s expression scrunched and scrutinized as Siren spoke, both of them ignoring the vomit that was left buried in the sand. Viper spoke uncertainly, she did not understand the words coming from Siren’s mouth. The Klein girl knew she was smarter than Viper, at least she acted less on impulse and instinct than the red marked woman. Siren narrowed her gaze, she spoke plainly how could she misunderstand? This meeting certainly did not improve her respect towards her brother’s woman.

"I can make your stomach feel better.” She went on, figuring it one, was not her responsibility to explain what pregnancy was and how it happened, and two that Viper would even believe her to begin with. This was the easiest way to continue, to offer her something physical that was easier to understand.

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"Siren Primrose Klein"