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Casimir straightened.
“The shower. Why is there a spell around the shower?”
Chapter 13
Casimir
Of course she would have picked up on the barrier surrounding the shower. She was part witch. Spells were her forte.
“It holds in whatever is within its boundary. Not living beings, but things one wouldn’t want escaping.”
“Like the sound?”
“And water.”
Her eyes darted to the open door. She’d be able to see at least part of the shower from where she sat.
“Why not put up walls or glass?”
“Do you really want me to answer that right now?” I whispered, leaning to nip at her earlobe.
Her palms pressed at my chest once more. A red flush crept up her neck. The skin at the corners of her eyes tightened.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know,” she responded.
“I had a feeling you’d say that. Come on,” I said, picking her up and placing her back on her feet. I took her hand in mine, pleased and a wee bit surprised when she didn’t jerk it away.
Leading her to the edge of the shower, I released my hold. “Stay here.”
I stepped into the shower and turned to face my mate who was looking at me expectantly. As I’d done a million times, I opened my diaphragm and freed the song within.
“You’re … singing?”
Though Raven could see me, not a sound would pass through the barrier to her. I continued to let the tune flow uninterrupted, a compulsion I’d inherited through my lineage. Once I began, it was difficult to stop.
Shortly after the final note, she stepped into the shower with me. “I didn’t hear a single thing,” she marveled. “You had a spell cast so you could sing?”
“No. It’s more than just singing. My paternal great grandmother was a Molpean siren.”
“So it’s possible for you to enslave someone with your song?”
I laughed. “No, nothing quite so drastic. I’ve been told it has a lulling effect.”
“By whom?” she demanded, making me want to kiss her again.
“Draven. It’s not something I’ve done much in front of others. Once the song begins, I have to finish it. It can be quite annoying. Also, depending on what I’m feeling, it can have some other … let’s say consequences.”
“Such as?”
“Shattered glass. If the notes hit too high I can also shatter an eardrum. Though, I’ve never attempted a siren’s song while truly upset. My parents warned me to never sing unless I had control over my emotions. The family lore is that my great grandmother, aside from being able to enthrall others, could call forth one’s blood when provoked. Control it even.”
“I can see why you have the spell,” she said, biting her lip.
“What’s that look for?”
Raven’s fingertips skimmed the barrier, triggering an opaque ripple that disappeared when she lowered her arms. “I thought the spell was so no one would hear you in here.”
“It is.”
