Page 86 of I Dated the Lost Song

Sarel blinked, and Vinul sniffled. “My mom used to sing that to us.”

“I am sorry. Should I pick something different?”

Sarel smiled. “No. Please continue if you would. Your voice is amazing.”

She sang a second song about mothers watching over babies when the night crept over them and the father keeping them all safe.

She was still singing when Tirra and Gorith pulled up, and her half sister hugged her and joined her song with one hand on Leska’s belly. They sang, forehead to forehead, and the baby flipped slowly to the beat.

Tirra grinned. “Finally, someone who has a chance to beat me at karaoke. And this little one has a cousin, and I think they will be adorable. Which one’s the dad?”

Sarel raised his hand. “Unbelievably, me.”

“Oh, wow. What do you think, little boy or little girl?”

“Torenne says little girl.”

“Well, she’s good at that.” Tirra grinned. “A niece. I am going to have fun shopping.”

“It isn’t necessary.”

Sarel said, “My sister is probably going to go nuts with it.”

Leska frowned. “Will it upset her?”

“No, she has recently been introduced to her lost daughters and one son. She has attained motherhood several times over, the long way around.”

“Oh, good. I really don’t want to rub a pregnancy in her face if she had permanent issues.”

Sarel looked thoughtful. “I will let her know. This is not something to surprise her with. Thank you for thinking of that.”

Tirra asked, “Did you always sing?”

“Yes. From the first moment I breathed freedom, I sang.”

Tirra squeezed her hand. “Me, too.”

Gorith’s expression got soft.

Tirra asked, “I hate to ask, but a seer I was talking to congratulated me on finding one of my sisters. Are there others?”

Leska said softly, “There was one other, but I thought they destroyed her when she was six or so.”

“Oh. Do you have a name?”

“Subject Seven? We didn’t have names, and my handlers didn’t talk about other subjects. They were devoted to tormenting me and seeing what it took to kill me. Nelith was famously very difficult to kill.”

Tirra smiled. “I am glad you are here. Have you ever done a complete transformation?”

“No. Scales and now wings are all I have managed to achieve. I think that is pretty much where I am stuck now.”

“Why?”

She put a hand over her belly and patted it. “No transforming with a passenger on board.”

“Right. I had no idea that the energy projection of the wings was an inheritable trait.”

“Keep an eye on your kids.”

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