No Strings Attached (18 page)

You let me fall.

Standing here now

Under a cloud of rain

There's nothing left

Nothing to justify my staying here.

Climb over the rubble

Cover all my scars

Be the person you're meant to be

Not the one he thinks you are.

Get past the damage

Cut through all the pain

Justify what's left

To be who you truly are.

The crowd went wild, demanding we play more as the song died, and after checking with the other players, I could tell we were in agreement. I didn't stop. Thayre didn't stop. As Transcendence kept playing, I sang words that were never written, but now came freely in front of hundreds of people.

Fly away

Fly away

From all the pain

To be free.

Catch the wind

Ride the currents

Return to life

Come back to me.

I was lost

But am now found

You show me how

To break free.

Fly

Fly away

Fly

With me.

Fly

Fly away...

With me,
I barely whispered into the mic, taking a step back and bowing my head as the audience and everyone behind me roared.

The lights shown on Transcendence. On Thayre. On me. But I was only partially there. Looking at Thayre with tears in my eyes, I was surprised when he had the same. Without bothering to drop his violin, he took me in his arms and kissed me. Demanding. Passionate. Soft.

“I love you, Moyra.”

“I love you too, Thayre.”

The rest of the night was a blur. After a final encore and answering more questions than I could count, we retreated to the club that was a part of Webster Hall. Thayre fit the bill for everyone to stay in New York and to see the sights over the next few days, but the only thing I was interested in, and all I wanted to see, was Thayre.

“How long have you loved me?” Thayre asked, pulling me off to the side as Tabby spoke to a few of the local reporters.

Always.
“Forever.”

“And you will always be my beautiful Songbird.”

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E
rin’s a huge fan of second chances and all things paranormal. But when it comes to writing, her real passion lies in heroes that aren’t over the top and feisty heroines able to hold their own.

When she isn't writing, Erin enjoys hiking, binge watching an entire series on Netflix, and playing video games with her husband.

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