Chapter Seven
“The most magical part of the evening was the fireflies, although the music and the dancing…” Mel’s mother shrugged. “It was all perfect, really. Every moment.”
Thea agreed, but the fireflies had been an unbelievable climax. All the lanterns and fairy lights had gone out to reveal the hollow full of innumerable flashing fireflies. When Jake’s playing had mimicked the pulsing rhythm, they seemed to dance along in the air to the lilting music.
Dancing in the air to Jake Moser’s tune like Thea had been. Then she’d noticed her feet weren’t really on the ground and come down hard.
Thea stroked Bailey’s coat. If this was some new aspect of her ability, soon she wouldn’t be able to be around people at all. Maybe it was a new side effect from using the voice on Marilyn. She’d use
