thoroughly aggravated.
“I get it. I have a boyfriend, too.” Lame .
“It’s settled then.” He held his hand out, and I gripped his fingers, shaking once.
“Nice doing business with you. When do I get my crown?”
“You will help plan your coronation.” He promised softly. “Do you still… enjoy music?”
Do I enjoy music? Does he know what I can do? I answered casually, heading for the sliding glass door. “I love music.”
He smiled distantly, a defeated look in his eyes. “ You can still… make … music, then?”
He’s asking me if I still possess magic. My father warned me to keep my abilities a secret, so afraid I’d be in danger if others knew what I was capable of.
But this is Will… he was there that night, at the lighthouse.
He knows.
I turned to him, knowing my eyes were no longer my mother’s green color. I made a small circle with my right hand, and the lights went out.
Twinkling stars appeared on the ceiling of the library, and I watched his face fill with wonder. “I always thought… when I saw you again… that I would thank you. With a song.”
“Thank me for what, Eva?”
His voice, so low and melodic, almost broke my concentration.
“ For saving me. ” I turned my fingers again, and Ben E. King’s Stand By Me poured softly through the room. “This song makes me think of you.”
He met my eyes, and I fought a shiver as he reached for my hand, still in the air. As his strong fingers covered mine, my lips parted and my eyelids grew heavy.
“ You’ll want for nothing, ” he spoke only inches from my lips. I held my breath, my eyes widening as he released my hand. “Pack very little. I will make sure you have everything you need.”
The lamplight returned, but the song continued to play. “I… okay. Thanks.” I cleared my throat, backing toward the door.
“Thank you for this song.” He kept his steady gaze, and my fingers gripped the handle of the sliding glass door as my heartbeat tripled.
I offered a smile from somewhere deep inside my chest. “Goodnight, Will.”
Chapter Four
“Logan!” I nearly skipped the last step on the staircase, barreling into Logan’s waiting arms.
He gripped me tightly to his chest, sweeping me off my feet. His dark, brown eyes flashed with his smile. Immortally twenty-seven years old, his amused grin subtracted years from his appearance. My brother-in-law’s hair grew slightly longer and curled at his forehead, and his position as third baseman for the Cleveland Indians had made him famous. My dad warned him about keeping a low profile, but Logan just shrugged.
I love his I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude.
“He flew in early this morning… Mom said we have to go to Pennsylvania?” Chris shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, shifting at the kitchen counter.
“ No! No, Chris, you have to stay here,” I pulled away, pinching Logan’s arms in my fingers, lowering my voice. “Logan, you have to protect him. ”
“Hey.” He ruffled my curls, further tangling them into the mess that my restless night in bed had caused. “I know what’s up. What I don’t know is why, even after our profound, albeit brief conversation, you put on a mini skirt and tried to sneak out using the fire ladder.”
“ In my defense, I was already wearing the mini skirt. And- I can protect myself.”
“Even ninja hookers need to listen to their parents.” Chris added thoughtfully through a mouthful of Special K.
“Christopher, please call me a hooker again, I dare you-…,”
“Fighting, and it’s not even six o’clock.” My mother moved with poise across the living room, already dressed.
I watched as she gathered her long hair to on shoulder, smoothing it evenly away from her face. Everything about Roam Perry was graceful, from her eloquent words to her careful patience. She was so intelligent, but never talked down to me or made me feel inadequate. She always told me I was smart in a way she wished that she could have
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