The Singer

“You should not.”

“But I do.” She kept giggling until the laughter turned to tears, and she was rocking back and forth with it, knees pulled up to her chest.

“Quiet,” he whispered. “No more tears. If they come, I will go away.”

She sighed again and curled into his chest. “Tired.”

“Then sleep.”

“Okay.”

He put a hand on her head and held the woman to his chest. Jaron held many powers, but the ability to heal her broken mind still eluded him. The injustice of it angered him, but he put it aside, knowing the feeling would disturb her.

“No dreams,” she murmured. “Don’t want to dream about him.”

“Sleep, Ava.” Jaron sent a calming wave of power over her, and her twitching limbs fell still. “I’ll keep the dreams away.”

END OF BOOK TWO.