Maeve

I… I knew better than this.

I knew the second I slipped out of our hotel room, chasing that vibration creeping through every surface in the building, that Soren was going to be absolutely ticked off, but I couldn’t help it.

There’s something about my power that’s drawn to sound, as strange as it seems. Like a beacon, the music I heard when I’d been taking a bath wrapped its talons around the traces of magic still left in my system and tugged, hard, begging me to follow, to let go.

I remember the night of Brie’s elopement as I side-step through the crowd in Soren’s direction, ignoring the...