Page 27 of Sonata
Panic was choking me.
We were running out of time.
“Sing what?” Obviously, Melody had rethought her choices.
“Something with no meaning so we can focus every bit of our energy on the magic. That’s how I ripped the wards.” After one glance over my shoulder, I knew our time was up. “We need to do it now.”
“Ameno.” Harmony blurted out.
“Song with no meaning by French new-age project. How appropriate.” Melody pursed her lips, blowing out a breath.
I looked at the violin I was clutching tightly in my hand. I had no doubt my fingers were fused to it by now. We were left with no options and no time to think. We could do this.
We had to do it.
The violin pinged when it hit the dirt, and I took hold of my friends. Holding hands, we stumbled to our feet together and faced the witch. Phillip had his eyes glued on Melody’s hottie, oblivious to everything around him which worked in our favor. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders and closed my eyes. If Seraphina was going to kill me, I didn’t want to see it. Come hell or high water, I was going to my grave standing, damn it.
“Dori me,” with the first lyrics of the song, my voice pierced the silent street, brittle and weak. My arms were trembling, and I was gripping my friend’s hands in a bone crushing hold.
“Interimo,” Harmony’s alto vibrated in the air as she joined me.
“Adaptare. Dori me.” Melody added in her mezzo-soprano, and I felt the energy shift around us.
We let Harmony lead, her voice deeper than ours, rich and smooth like silk gliding against overheated skin. The lyrics started rising as I followed them both, my soprano adding a new layer to the tremors passing through the air around us. The warmth started at the center of my chest, and I squeezed my eyes tighter, giving it my all. By the hold on my hands, I knew Melody and Harmony could feel it, too. The Pseudo-Latin words, deliberately devoid of any exact meaning, spilled from our lips, and the heat of an inferno blasted out of the three of us like a tidal wave, snapping my eyes open. It knocked down the witch, flinging her at the ruins behind her. The magic she had cast over the street broke like an elastic band with a pop, silencing my friends.
“Ameno.” My voice was last to vanish, echoing down the neighborhood.
Phillip was left standing, eyes locked on my face, burning with hatred.
I smiled.
“Fuck you.” I mouthed the words to him before plopping on my ass, dragging my friends down with me.
