“Grace! How . . . That’s impossible. Your heart stopped.” Stunned, his voice cracked. Needing to assure himself that she was really alive, he leaned down and brushed her lips with his.
“You saved me. Thank you,” Grace whispered.
He shook his head, his tone knife-edged. “Don’t thank me. It’s my fault you were attacked. I should never have come here. I didn’t mean to involve you in my horrible world. Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Afraid? That’s the last thing I feel about you. You’ve healed more than my body.”
“But . . . you know what I am.”
“Yes, I do know.” She stroked her hand down the side of his face and met his eyes. “You’re my angel.”
He gave a disgusted laugh. “No chance of that.”
“Then, what are you?”
“I’m a ...” He stopped and stared off into the distance, his head spinning. What was he exactly? He’d almost said he was a vampire, but he’d been acting weird - like a mortal — ever since his encounter with Grace the night before. Until then, his world had been narrow and constricted, the rules clear. He drank blood. His master controlled him. He died when the sun came up. Now, nothing made sense. She’d changed him with her voice, her very being. But what did that mean? Changed him how? “It’s impossible, but I don’t know any more. I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
“There’s a legend,” she said, drawing his attention back to her.
He frowned. “A legend? About what?”
She smiled and snuggled closer. “Sound healing has existed for millennia. For most of that time it was also used to raise the dead - to restore the spark of life. Or so the story goes. History tells of an actual sound ceremony used to reclaim the souls of people possessed by demons.”
“You’re kidding, right? That’s impossible.” He laughed and leaned back so he could see her face. “But, on the other hand, I’ve said the word ‘impossible’ more times than I ever have before, and I haven’t been right yet.”
She nodded. “Something is only impossible until we know better.”
Wait. Did she just say something about raising the dead and being possessed by demons? What’s she trying to tell me? How could she know?
“So, what’s that legend got to do with me? What are you saying?”
She gazed at him, her eyes soft and compassionate. “When I sang with you, I became a part of you. I sensed your mind — your soul. And now you’re different - more. A mystical transformation occurred. But you had to desire the change before it could happen. You literally intended yourself into a new existence.”
He shook his head. “That sounds crazy, Grace. That’s imposs—”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “Impossible? Apparently not. And I was never afraid of you because I’ve been waiting for you.”
“What?”
She grinned, then put on Roz’s fake gypsy-fortune-teller accent. “You see, there’s an ancient prediction, passed down by the gypsy women in my friend’s family. It is foretold that I will meet an extraordinary man who will be reborn, and together we will do the impossible.” She pressed her lips to his. “I think we’ve already begun.”
“Yes, I guess that’s possible. Tell me more about that extraordinary man ...”