Page 102 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

She wrinkled her nose. “Just an old black phone? Couldn’t you make it better?”

King Julius frowned, but his queen and Kyros exchanged an amused glance.

I arched a brow, then turned it gold, encrusting the phone with diamonds too.

“Improved,” Basilia said. “Then set the call tone to ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ for Andie—because werewolf, and ‘Voodoo’ by Godsmack for you—because witch.”

I neither practiced voodou, nor was I a witch.

I calmly did so and hovered the bejeweled monstrosity over to her. “It’s all yours.”

Basilia squealed.

“Any changes to yours?” I asked Andie, holding up another black phone.

She lifted a shoulder. “Nah, a phone is a phone.”

I cracked a grin. These women were polar opposites. “We could at least make it more comfortable.”

I edged the handset in gray faux fur and lined the cradle in a light gray leather. Classy and a bit furry. “Song requests?”

“Now those I have. ‘I Put a Spell on You’ for you, please,” she replied. “And ‘Blues for a Princess’ for Basilia.”

“Jazz and blues fan?” Basilia was clearly a ’90s woman. I would’ve pegged Andie as an acoustic gal.

Sascha smiled at his mate. “She’s a terrific saxophone player.”

“I’d love to hear one time,” I announced, passing her the phone.

Basilia was staring at me. “What about yours?”

“I don’t need one. Lift your handset.”

She did so, and the air around me rang with storm clouds.

I pulsed magic, and it took the path of my grimoire affinity. “Hello?”

Basilia blinked at her phone where my voice just spoke out her earpiece. She held it to her mouth. “Can you hear me?”

Her voice rang in my head. “Yes.”

“Yes, through the phone, or yes in your brain?”

“In my brain.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Your phone is cooler than mine. I don’t like that.”

“Creator’s rights,” I responded. “Just set your mind on Andie to call her.”

The Vissimo glanced at Andie, then picked up the handset again.

“Blues for a Princess” rang out, and Andie lifted her handset, replacing it immediately.

“Hey, you can’t hang up on me,” Basilia said.

Andie smirked. “Just did.”

The princess was glancing between her phone and Andie’s, clearly wondering which she preferred more.

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