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something under her but I
couldn’t see enough of it yet. “Please stay for a while. Sing with
me, angel. Our voices can rain down on the land in a beautiful
harmony.”
    “I don’t think so. Like I said, I’ll be
going soon. Please respect that.”
    She frowned. Tiny drops of water fell from
her arms as she raised them above her head. “You cannot leave. You
just got here.” Her eyes darkened. They looked like bottomless
water pits. “I will not let you go. Not until you sing with
me.”
    Sirens knew that angels wouldn’t sing with
them. But they still couldn’t handle a refusal of any kind. Why in
all the worlds did I accidentally orb here? I took a small step
back but couldn’t go much further. A wall of rocks, about waist
high, prevented me from moving. Unless I turned around and climbed
over it, I wasn’t going another step, but there was no way I was
taking my eyes off the angry siren.
    She slithered a little closer. I swallowed
hard. Please, God; tell me I still have my powers. I searched
inside myself, pulling at the corners of my heart and mind, willing
the energy to come to me. Instantly, I could feel it swelling in my
veins. My arms tingled with the electricity from inside my body. I
opened my hands wide, letting the power move to the tips of my
fingers. I moved my hands out in front of me, very slowly and
cautiously. The siren stopped approaching, her eyes glaring at
me.
    The sound of wind chimes erupted in the
distance. I let out a deep sigh of relief, and my body started
glowing a radiant creamy white.
    “No!” she wailed. “No, you cannot go! I will
get you. If you ever return, I will get you!”
    I flashed her a smile as I closed my eyes.
And then I was sucked away—far, far away from Anthemusa.

 
    5

     
    THE TRANSITION TO MY HUMAN CHARGE went a lot
smoother when I was called to her side, versus the other times when
I did the orbing myself. This time I didn’t have any amnesia to
recover from, so I sat on my twin-sized bed, in invisible form,
staring at Corrine across the room, fully aware that if looks could
kill, I’d be six feet under. Thankfully they didn’t. Another reason
I was thankful was because I couldn’t sense Grote—or any other
demon for that matter. Before I could ask if the usually bothersome
demon had showed up while I’d been gone, Corrine gave a final roll
of her eyes and vanished.
    I could hear Caitlyn using the hair dryer in
the bathroom. Protective instincts pulled me from the bed like a
magnet drawn to iron. I floated across our square-shaped dorm room,
giving one backwards glance at Caitlyn’s side. It was a mess. Gray
sheets strewn all over the bed and a lavender comforter rolled up
on the floor. Her small wooden desk was just beyond her bed, in the
corner of the room. Papers and books were scattered everywhere, and
a laptop was sitting somewhere in that mess. It literally looked
like a cyclone had hit her half of the room. Mine, however, was in
perfect condition. Sheets folded neatly on the bed. Books and
papers stacked and organized on my desk. Of course, having magical
powers is a plus to keeping things neat and tidy.
    I used a little magic to shape-shift into a
pair of dark skinny jeans and a red velvet, scoop-necked top as I
approached the bathroom. “Cait, I’m home,” I called out to her.
    When she didn’t respond, I gave a loud knock
on the door. “Cait, it’s me,” I yelled.
    The hairdryer stopped and then the door
swung open. “Where have you been? We’re going to be late for Brix!”
She looked me up and down and her face softened a little. “Oh,” she
said, sounding a bit startled. “I didn’t realize you were already
dressed and ready to go.”
    I shrugged. “Of course I’m dressed. What
time is it anyway?”
    She raised her left wrist, bringing her
white, leather-strapped watch close enough to read. “Almost
seven-forty. We needed to leave five minutes ago!” She rushed to
the closet in the back of the room, frantically looking