Page 155 of Bliss & Her Idols

All of a sudden, the lights go dark.

I gasp.

Both Cricket and Torin reach to hold my hand.

Then a spotlight in the shape of a star illuminates the area at the top of the staircase.

My eyes widen.

Jin is standing in the spotlight, holding a microphone.

He’s dressed in a matching pale blue satin suit to Torin and Cricket’s, as if we’re already a dragon pack. He’s wearing a gleaming silver robe. His hair is down and wild; clips like chips of ice glitter in it.

Unlike everyone else’s masks, Jin’s elaborate mask covers his entire face.

It’s dramatic with ornate horns and silver chains hanging from it to Jin’s waist.

He’s not moving.

My heart leaps. Is he going to perform?

He looks like the brooding hero of a romantasy novel.

Is this truly the man who dragged me into a closet last night and left these hickies on my neck?

Unexpectedly, music begins to play.

It isn’t a song that I recognize.

Excitement thrums through me.

Is this a never heard before Jin song?

The base and drum are powerful, the rhythm slow and seductive, and the melody enough to have me panting.

This isn’t Jin’s normal style.

I glance at Torin in the dark.

Did he write it? Is this part of his plan?

Torin’s brows, however, are pinched together in confusion.

Did Jin write this himself?

Did he write it for us?

My heart beats faster, as I watch Jin raise the microphone and begin to sing.

Instantly, I’m entranced.

Everybody is.

Jin is a magician on a stage,any fucking stage.

His voice is like winding smoke. When he dances, he’s a flame come to life.

My throat is tight.

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