He felt the energy before she started to hum, and he flashed to her side, putting a finger over her lips.
“Shhh,” he soothed. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. “No singing, remember?”
“Why not?” Her voice held the petulance of her childhood.
“You know why.”
She laughed, but there was no joy in it. It was a dark laugh. Strange and frightening. If Jaron had been human, he imagined it would chill him to his bones.
“I sing sometimes when you’re not here,” she said, taunting him.
“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.
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