I swallow and build my song, focusing on the silver strands of my magick, blending it with the words he’s still reciting against my hair. But then his mouth touches my ear. “Think the words. Carry the song in your heart. Hear it. Don’t let it fall silent.” An involuntary shudder ripples through me, but I cling to the words, even as Alexus’s fingers thread with mine, stilling my fingers.
