Oh, tell her to just get on with it,RS snapped.
No one says shit like that to Adelaid Tanager and gets away with it,I snapped back.She'd probably take you out along with Vivian's spell. So, can it.
Whatever,she huffed.
“Do you think you can do it?” Gage asked the Spellsingers.
Eilener snorted.
“That means, 'of course we can, you fool,' in Eilener-talk,” Genevieve translated with a smirk.
“We're Spellsingers,” Adelaid declared. “Singly, we can accomplish a lot but Elaria taught us that together, we can do practically anything. We nearly destroyed an entire race, I think we can handle one love spell.”
“I even have the perfect song!” Genevieve added as she pulled out her cellphone and plugged in a mini speaker.
“Kyanite can play it for you,” I offered.
“No, Elaria.” Adelaid shook her head. “You can't be a part of this, not when you're our target.”
“We'll need more space,” Eilener noted.
“How about out here?” Banning offered as he stood and waved to an open patch of lawn.
“That'll do,” Adelaid got up and headed off the veranda.
We followed her down the veranda steps to a path that wound through the golf course. We didn't continue down the cement trail but instead crossed it, stepped around a hedge, and entered a grassy field. We were just a few feet away from the club, but it was more about the Spellsingers having room to maneuver than about distance. They wouldn't be damaging anything but the spell inside Verin and me. Hopefully.
“Hold this, please,” Genevieve handed Torin her phone. “Hit Play when I tell you.”
Torin looked down at the cellphone and blinked. “George Michael?”
“She needs to be free,” Genevieve said. “What better song than 'Freedom?'”
I grinned in agreement. “Good choice.”
“Thank you.” Genevieve grinned back.
“You two stand there,” Eilener pointed at a spot.
Verin and I did as ordered, going right back to holding each other, but this time, we stood face-to-face.
“It will be all right,” he whispered to me.
“I know,” I said confidently. “We'll finally be able to prove to everyone that this is real. I'm looking forward to that.”
Verin smiled tenderly and stroked my face.
“Now, just try to keep calm,” Adelaid advised as the Spellsingers surrounded us. “This may get uncomfortable, even painful. Do not try to fight or flee. It won't make a difference to us, of course, but it may make it worse for you.”
“We'll be fine,” I assured her.
Adelaid grimaced at me dubiously.
“Now,” Genevieve said to Torin.
The almost salsa-like beat of “Freedom! 90” came out of the tiny speaker in a surprisingly decent volume and shook its way up into some strings and a happy melody. Eilener started, his deep voice singing about never letting someone down or giving up on them. He started to shake his hips and shoulders to the music. The other Spellsingers joined in—feminine voices singing about being young, male, and a heartthrob. It would have been amusing if I hadn't felt the tickle of powerful magic gathering around Verin and me. Verin's arms tightened around me and I laid my hand over his heart. I knew it would be mine even after the spell was broken. We'd simply be released from this excessive craving and then we could focus on what was real.
The music moved upward, the Spellsingers starting to move with a beat that couldn't be ignored. Their words spoke of fame and the price of it, then moving beyond those restrictions. Finding the freedom to be who you really are, without limits. The Spellsingers were building up to their intent—climbing to the lyrics they needed. I recognized the ebb and flow of it and it called to me. I barely restrained myself from adding my voice to theirs.
