I almost regret it when the song comes to its end. It’s not a long one – not really. I have some that last an hour or more, but this one is relatively short.Still, as I approach the final notes of the song, not even having to concentrate on them because I’ve played them so many times that my finger
“Juniper!” Orion shouts, starting after her, fury and horror twin echoes in his voice.But Anton steps in front of him, a stiff arm held out that takes the Prince in the chest, hard. “No,” Anton growls, his brows drawn down low over his eyes.“She’s –““No,” Anton snaps again, shaking his head once.
She shakes her head like she can’t stand the thought.“We don’t know that,” Anton murmurs, doing his best to wipe away her tears and failing. “We have no idea how he’ll react. Maybe he…” Anton hesitates before he shrugs. “I mean, the fire was seriously impressive June. Maybe we can convince him it w
“What the fuckkk,” Anton seethes, frantically stepping out onto the terrace, spinning in a circle as he looks everywhere for her. Did she – is she somewhere else? Or is she just invisible?He gasps, though, as that terrible tug pulls hard behind his belly button and he, too, vanishes into the air. H
Whatever she’s playing now is…strikingly different than what she played in the auditorium. From the very beginning that piece had been strikingly complex, demonstrating Juniper’s true mastery of the instrument. He had watched with awe as her fingers flew over the keys with remarkable grace and speed
I take a deep breath when I open my eyes the next morning and just…stare at the ceiling wondering if everything is as much of a disaster as I think it is.But…well. I’m still here, aren’t I? At least the God of Death hasn’t banished me already and scooped up one of my baby cousins in my place. Which
In fact, at home, maybe…maybe they already are using it in battle.My little heart aches to think of everyone at home, and what I’m missing, and Faiza’s implication that events are occurring – ones I’d find quite interesting. But I shove the thought away and concentrate on frowning at Anton instead.
“Why didn’t you come to the door?” Orion growls, glaring at Anton with his arms crossed.“And what,” Orion says, raising his hands in the air, twiddling his insubstantial fingers, “would you have suggested I do when I got there?”“You can walk through doors, Anton,” Orion snarls.Anton drops his han