“You don’t lie very well, do you?” He smirked, not intending a reply. “Humans can’t hear the music. It’s on a different frequency.”
My brow arched. “What? Like a dog whistle?” I mused, but inside I was freaking out.
“No. More like celestial.” He gazed at me with a half bland smile.
“Celestial?” This had to be some fluke. How else would he have known? “You mean an angel?”
“Exactly. The music appeals to our spirit. It’s like catnip to a feline.”
“The music?” This time I dropped my fork and gave him my full attention.
“Yes, the music.” There was something hidden in his smile.
“And you’re like me?”
“Well, not exactly,” he paused.
“My beginning came from divine creation, not man-made.”
“Divine creation?” I tried staying cool. Instead, alarm swallowed me whole.
“That’s correct.”
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