Page 9 of Lunar Desires
“Kill them all!” Phil cried. “For Kane!”
“For Kane!” they all bellowed.
Pop!
Riley reappeared, instantly pressing his hands together as if in prayer. Phil didn’t notice, too busy running toward the hostages with his gun held aloft.
The Moon vanished as his illusion power took hold, Phil suddenly bursting into song.
Chapter 3
RILEY
By Hecate, my plan worked.
Yay!
I couldn’t remind Drake outright about our bond not letting me get too far, so I just had to hope it worked without him trying anything dangerous.
The moment I popped back into Waterloo, I used my Moon Illusion and turned the violence on its head, making everyone believe they were inside the musicalWicked.
An invisible band played random songs, the whole thing a melting pot of lyrics and melodies. One woman repeated the opening lines of the song ‘For Good’ while twirling on the spot, singing so off key she gave my brother Isaac a run for his money.
Poor Isaac. A supermodel who definitely had no chance of a pop career.
God, I missed him. Even though we hadn’t known each other long, we’d already formed a bond. Relying on each other, comforting each other, and partaking in fabulous karaoke sessions to ease our stresses, his wonky pipes be damned.
Drake joined me, unaffected by the illusion due to me plucking him out of the magical falsehood. “Are you alright?”
Sweat beaded my brow as I poured everything into my musical creation, and terror gnawed at my guts. But at least I wasn’t in Rhianna’s clutches.
“I’m fine,” I answered, feeling the force of my power in my bones. Sweat ran down my spine, my body temperature going up in the non-fun way as a hot flush attacked my body.
Dammit. Where were the ice packs?
Moon Illusion came with some rules. Firstly, I could only use it once a day. Secondly, it diminished in strength over time, needing to be topped up by a ritual in the celestial room at Aurora Mansion, which was temporarily closed.
Ugh.
Drake winced as a woman wailed a rendition of ‘Defying Gravity,’ knocking into him as she skipped past.
What kind of singing voice do you have?I thought at Drake, staring at his yummy profile.
Stop that!
I snapped out of my silliness, sharpening my focus.
Drool over him later!
Those booms continued to shake the ground, the cracks on the platform widening and spreading. The shadow magic blocking us in began to weaken, holes opening in the darkness.
A shadow witch nailed the chorus of ‘Popular’ while pulling off some impressive backflips. Under different circumstances, he’d be well suited for the main stage in a West End musical.
“Wish I could do that,” I said, grabbing Drake’s hand. “Let’s go.”
He didn’t ask where, following my command and keeping pace with me.
We tore down the platform, the hole in the shadow now big enough for us to slip through.
