Page 9 of Song For His Siren
"Yes."
"But now the magic is gone?"
"Yes," he said as irritation started creeping in.
"Tomorrow, stop by where Calli sings and ask if she can charge this for ye."
"Charge it for me? Will that help in wooing her?"
"Oh, my sweet little gord,” she said with a small pat to his large hand. “No. That will bring back the magic to yer phone. That's what this is called. All the humans have them."
"Really?" he said, examining the brick. "A phone? And she’ll know how to fix it?"
"Yes, and maybe we can talk about wooing a human while we are at it. Well... mostly a human."
"What do you mean mostly a human?" he asked quickly.
"I have long felt there was something special about Calli, but with your sudden appearance, I’d wager she has magic in her past she may not know of."
She got up and poured him a cup of tea. "Stick with me. What is your name?"
"Khuldruk," he said in a low rumble.
"Khuldruk... How would you feel about just going by Dru?It is human enough to match your handsome glamor."
"Yes, fine. What must I do to woo this woman?" he asked desperately.
She brought the tea down and sat across from him. "The love life of remarkable creatures is my specialty. Stick with me, and I’ll help ye woo the lass. For starters... I think you should lay off the dead animals."
The rest of the night, the two of them sat, and Bridget told him everything he needed to know about wooing a woman inthis realm. They had a plan, and tomorrow, they would put that plan into action.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep on the bed?" asked Bridget.
"No, I'm fine out in the woods. I prefer to be near her."
"Of course. Stop by in the morning for breakfast, and we’ll take on the day from there."
4
CALLI
Much to Calli's relief, when she woke up, there was nothing strange on her doorstep, which was good. If there was, she would be sleeping with the boys in their camper...and it smelled funny.
She and the band had just made it to the stage with a little extra time this morning.
"Excuse me?" a deep voice said behind her.
She turned and almost bumped right into a giant of a man with long blond hair, shaved on the sides and pulled up in a series of small braids. He had a beard, and his costume was impeccable. Calli didn't know why, but she was fighting the urge to throw her arms around him and rub herself all over him.
That was odd; she didn't ever recall that particular feeling before. Then, her eyes fell to his biceps and the tattoos that covered them, and she thought she might prefer him to rub her.
"Miss?" he said again.
Jesus, what was wrong with her?
She shook her head a bit and answered, "Yes... How can I help you?"
Then, her eyes finally landed on his. They were the bluest eyes she had ever seen, and she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away.
