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"I think Mason has a girlfriend," she said sadly.
Before I could say anything the stage manager came running into the room.
"The crowd is going crazy. You've made them wait long enough. Any longer and I'm holding you in violation of your contract," he warned sternly, motioning the band to follow him.
Mason said something to Courtney and then started to walk our way.
"Mason, dude, come on," yelled Kevin, the band's manager.
Mason held up a finger and continued towards us, glaring at me the whole time. I was struggling to hide my smile, obviously not doing a great job of it since Mason looked ready to kill me.
"Eva, are you okay?" Mason asked questioningly.
"Let's just talk about this after the concert, ok?" she answered stiffly.
I was proud of my girl for having some backbone.
"Promise we will talk," he said. "It's not what you're thinking."
She nodded and Mason sighed, before kissing her cheek and walking after the band. I grabbed Eva's hand and gave it a kiss before leading her out to the side of the stage so we could watch the show. Annoyed as I was at Mason, the Riot was a damn good show and it was hard to pass up an opportunity to watch Mason perform.
I could tell Mason was out of sorts from the Courtney debacle as he strummed the first chords of his set. My mind momentarily went blank however as soon as the first notes of Mason's melodic voice hit my ears. Incubi had various traits, but one that was the most envied was their gift of song. Within the few that held that gift, I had never heard anyone as extraordinary as Mason.
There was nothing that quite stirred up the array of feelings that incubi loved to feed off of better than singing. I had been listening to Mason's voice for thousands of years, and still was affected by it. In the past I would have been getting ready to grab one of the groupies, or several, and head off somewhere nearby so I could hear the music during my extra-curricular activites for the night. Tonight, being so near to Eva, was almost more than I could take. I was so aroused that I was in pain. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Eva didn't seem to notice my frenzied state; she couldn't take her eyes off of Mason. She was glowing brighter than I had ever seen her, and her hair seemed to be slightly swirling around her head despite the fact that there wasn't a hint of breeze in the air. Mason has said she wasn't a succubus, but it seemed like she was gaining energy through the music. I didn't know what other creatures could do that. Mason started a song that she must have known because she started to sing softly under her breath.
Walking the halls at school today, I had heard many of the students gossiping about Mason's trip to Covet with Eva last weekend, and how they sang a duet together. I had heard it was an amazing experience for everyone who was lucky enough to hear it. However, my mind couldn't have comprehended just how amazing of an experience it really was.
Eva's voice was so beautiful that it tortured my soul. Whatever remnants of my heart that had still been longing for the paradise that I had lost so long ago, those remnants burned up, and finally left me in peace. My feelings for Eva seeped into every crack and cranny of my heart, until every inch was filled up with nothing but her.
Despite how soft she was singing, the unknown magic that she possessed must have been floating through the air because many of the people nearby were turning away from Mason to look at her. She sang on, oblivious to their stares, as was usual for Eva. Even Mason was sneaking glances at her. I could hear a waver in his voice as Eva distracted him.
I reached out to get Eva's attention when all of a sudden the light she was radiating grew even brighter. I could feel heat pulsing off of her. Mason looked over concerned and motioned for me to do something before people noticed that the light coming off of Eva wasn't caused by the bright stage lights.
Chapter 15
(Eva)
"Sing me a song my darling," my sweet mother wheezed out. My mother, who was so powerful that the world kneeled at her command, could do nothing to rid herself of the plague that had been swiftly taking over her body for weeks. It had started as complaints of being tired, a symptom that had seemed to be soothed by afternoon naps and the healer's herbal tea concoction in the morning. While that kind of tiredness itself was unheard of from a being as powerful as my mother, in what seemed like the blink of an eye her symptoms had escalated until she was bedridden, so weak she needed to be spoon fed.
My gorgeous mother, a being possessing so much beauty that anyone who saw her was rendered momentarily speechless, had aged in a matter of weeks. We were immortal beings. We didn't age. But my mother's beautiful, golden hair was now liberally streaked with silver. Her perfect golden skin had turned a mottled grey color and was marred by spots, wrinkles crinkling around her eyes. I had to hide my tears frequently, not because I didn't think my mother was still beautiful, to me she would always be the most gorgeous being I had ever seen, but because it was soul shattering to see the spirit that had left my mother.
"Of course mother," I whispered, although I didn't know how I would be able to choke out any words to help ease her suffering. Mother had always said that the stars had burst into song at my birth, ensuring that I would always have the most stunning voice in the land. I had always loved to sing, but lately, when I needed it the most, my voice had been failing me. My grief was beginning to consume me.
I had heard her whispering to Brianag, her advisor and closest confident, that her connection to the land was fading more and more everyday. We were all born with a connection to the land, but only the Queen and her lineage could control it. What I hadn't mentioned to my mother was that my connection to the land was growing everyday. I could physically feel the agony that it was experiencing as the plague on the land grew at the same rate that my mother grew more and more ill. I had run crying to Beckham as soon as I was able to get away the first time I felt it. I hadn't explained what was happening, I had just soaked in his steady, loving comfort until I regained the strength to return to my mother's side.
I had begun vomiting frequently throughout the day. I could feel the earth's anguish not only for itself but also for the loss of its Queen. Despite how sick my mother was, she was still highly attuned to me and had begun watching me more closely when I came to visit her. I kept what was happening to me away from her, afraid that she would become sicker from being worried about me. I had been spending my nights in the library, trying to find something in our scrolls that would tell me what was happening. I had yet to find anything helpful.
Mason was talking to Damon in a low, terse tone. I knew he wanted me to go with him. Both men had seemed to agree to date me until I made a decision, but this would be the first real test of that agreement. Damon finally huffed out a "fine" to whatever Mason was saying, and walked quickly over to me.
"Mason's going to give you a ride back to your dorm alright?" he asked, looking like he was telling me that he was going to a funeral.
I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, hoping my eyes conveyed my gratefulness that he was letting me say goodbye to Mason privately. A kiss on the cheek wasn't good enough for him as he swept me into his arms, kissing me so passionately that I lost my breath. I faltered when he let me go, momentarily dazed from the breadth of his kiss. Damon looked very cocky as he waved goodbye and strode off. I sighed a little as I watched him go. That man's backside was delicious.
"You can stare at my ass as often as you want, but I would prefer if you would stop staring at Damon's," said Mason amusedly, coming up behind me and enfolding me in his arms.
I looked up at him and gave him a timid grin. Out of the three guys, Mason seemed to have the least problem with seeing me with the others. I turned in his arms.
