Three Sentence Ficathon

She doesn't know why she is drawn to humans, the witch thinks, calm in the center of the saltwater storm. She still won't know, when this handsome prince's heart is between her teeth - just swallow, and forget, and the cycle will begin again.

She reaches out a hand, and the golden glow of the siren's voice flows obediently into it; it won't make the siren much less dangerous, she knows, but at least now that prince of hers will stand a chance.