“Do you need anything?” Sawyer asked, following her into the kitchen.
“Dear God, Sawyer, stop drooling on the poor girl,” Penn said with an exaggerated eye roll. “She doesn’t need to deal with you acting like a dog in heat first thing in the morning.”
Penn was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. A trashy magazine was spread out before her, showcasing the best and worst beach bodies, and a half-empty glass of orange juice sat next to it.
“Sorry.” Sawyer stared down at his feet, looking ashamed.
“I see you slept well,” Penn said, turning her attention to Gemma as she languidly flipped the pages in the magazine.
“I slept fine,” Gemma replied noncommittally, and opened the fridge. There wasn’t much in the way of food, but she grabbed an apple, then shut the door.
“Well, you look radiant,” Penn said without looking at her. “Being a siren obviously suits you.”
Gemma leaned against the fridge and bit into the apple, ignoring its unpleasant taste, because she didn’t know how else to respond. That was obviously some kind of compliment, but Gemma really didn’t want to take it that way. She still didn’t want to be a siren.
The house was suddenly filled with the sounds of music as Lexi turned on a stereo in another room. Adele came wafting out, and Lexi joined in, somehow managing to sound even lovelier than Adele when she sang.
Sawyer had still been staring down in shame, but as soon as Lexi started singing, he turned toward her. He even started walking toward her, moving slowly, like he was drawn to her song.
“Shut the hell up, Lexi!” Penn shouted, with an unsettling undercurrent to her normally sweet voice. When she was angry, she had a monstrous tone that she couldn’t seem to control, sounding like some awful creature from a horror movie. “Nobody wants to hear you squawking!”
“Ugh!” Lexi groaned loudly, and the music fell silent. Not just Lexi, but the stereo that played along with it. “I’m going out for a swim since you’re being a killjoy!”
“Can I go swim, too?” Sawyer asked, looking over at Penn.
“Did you get all the blood out of the convertible last night?” Penn asked, still staring down at the glossy pages in front of her.
“Um, no?” He furrowed his brow as he thought now. “No. You told me not to worry about it and just to come to bed with you.”
“Well, you’re up now.” She smiled thinly at him, not even attempting to hide her contempt. “Go clean out the car.”
“Sure, yeah, of course.” He nodded quickly, then left the kitchen to do her bidding.
“So how did it feel?” Penn asked, resting her hand on her chin as she flipped a page.
Gemma swallowed the bite of apple in her mouth before answering her. “What?”
“Taking a human life.” Penn kept her head tilted down, as if she were still examining the beach bodies, but she lifted her eyes to meet Gemma’s. Penn’s were black as usual, but they were dancing at the thought of murder.
Gemma forced herself to take another bite, even though she felt nauseated at the talk of murder, and she refused to answer Penn’s question.
“You really are one of us now,” Penn went on, smiling as she spoke. “You’re a monster now. Just like me and Lexi and Thea. You’ve had a taste of the human heart, and you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
“I’ll never be like you.” Gemma shook her head and stared down at the apple in her hands. “I made a mistake last night, but I’ll never let myself be out of control like that again. I’ll never be a monster.”
Penn laughed. “You said you’d never kill anyone in the first place. These little moral compromises you keep making with yourself. You’ll find that eventually morality will mean nothing to you. We chose you for a reason.”
“You chose me because you were running out of options,” Gemma pointed out. “Thea told me that I was your last chance.”
“You were my first choice, though,” Penn said, but her smile had faltered. “Do you know why I wanted you?”
Gemma toyed with the fruit in her hands, not wanting to admit to Penn that she didn’t really know, and she actually wanted to.
“I saw the evil in you,” Penn said.
“That’s not true.” Gemma shook her head. “I’m not … There’s no evil in me. Or at least there wasn’t before I became a siren.”
“Whatever you say.” Penn threw up her hands as if it were of no concern to her. “You’re not evil. You killed that man last night out of the goodness of your heart.”
Gemma tossed the half-eaten apple in the garbage can. “I’m not hungry.”
“Oh, hey, Gemma,” Penn said as Gemma was about to leave the kitchen. She paused in the doorway and glanced back over her shoulder at Penn. “I heard about your little rendezvous with Sawyer yesterday.”
When Gemma didn’t say anything, Penn turned to look back at her.
“He told me,” Penn explained, as if Gemma had asked how she had found out. “He has no secrets from me. He can’t have secrets.”
“That’s the basis for a really healthy relationship,” Gemma said dryly.
“He’s an attractive guy, isn’t he?” Penn went on as if Gemma hadn’t said anything. “He’s downright gorgeous. He’d have to be, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have cheated on your beloved Alex.”