Page 35 of Enchanted Kisses
“I’m making wind.” I jerked my hands free and moved them back over Alliston’s body, waving them faster. “Unless you have a fan or a better idea, this is it.”
After a few minutes of vigorous waving, my arm muscles ached. I dropped my hands to my thighs and checked to see if Alliston looked any better.
Not at all.
I frowned. “I don’t feel any powers. I don’t feel anything. Maybe I’m broken. It would make sense, go with my track record.”
Caiden chuckled. “Only you would say that.” When I didn’t share in his amusement, he offered, “You haven’t tried singing yet.”
I let out a breath.Of all the things… “Right. But for me to dothat,you need to leave the room. I don’t sing in front of an audience.”
“Really?” he mocked. “I remember you enjoying yourself lyrically several times in my presence, particularly while driving.”
“Well, that was before.” Before he changed into a ridiculously hot supernatural being who said sweet things, eyed me like I was dessert, touched me in ways that made me tingly all over, and unraveled me in ways I didn’t want to be unraveled.
“Give it a try,” he encouraged. “Unless you prefer the alternative?”
“What’s the alternative?” I asked eagerly.
“Slitting your wrists and feeding him your blood.”
I squinted. Was he serious?
“It’s believed your mother’s healing powers run strongest through her blood. We won’t know if that’s true for you too until your powers come forth. But if it is, one day your blood will be strong enough to resurrect the dead.”
I turned my hands over and stared at the veins on my wrists. Could what he said be true? I couldn’t even begin to digest that. “I guess I’ll try singing,” I muttered and jerked my head toward the door for him to leave.
“Got it.” He clambered from the bed. “I’ll be in the hallway. Call if you need me.”
I waited until he was gone before I returned my attention to Alliston. When I shifted on the bed, the skin between my thighs was slippery with sweat.Wonderful.
Before torturing this poor man—king—with my horrible vocal skills, I searched my mind for an appropriate song. What did you sing to heal a sentry? I didn’t know if a religious hymn would be offensive—not that I could think of one, anyway.
For moments, I racked my brain, with zero results. Suddenly my mind blanked, and I couldn’t remember a single song, not even my favorite. Wow, I sucked under pressure.
Seconds from losing my cool, I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.In through the nose. Out through the mouth.I repeated the words and action, and then out of nowhere, a song popped into my head.
It was all wrong for the occasion, but I had nothing else and was out of other options. Before the song escaped me and my mind blanked again, I opened my mouth and sang,Don’t Stop Believin’.
My voice was pitchy and shaky and all over the place. Still, I kept on, aware that howling dogs sounded better.
“Lily?” Caiden said from behind me.
I jumped and nearly fell backward off the bed. “What are you doing in here? I told you to wait outside.”
He climbed onto the mattress beside me, his lips fighting to conceal a grin. It took him a minute to speak. “Sorry to interrupt. What song was that?”
“Don’t Stop Believin’by Journey.”
“I don’t quite see the connection.”
I slapped a hand over my eyes. “I know. It was all I could think of.”
“It’s all right. You’re trying, and you’ve never been good under pressure.”
I glared at him.
“What?” He shrugged. “It’s the truth.”
