Fool's Errand (Fate's Fools Book 4) by Ophelia Bell

Author:Ophelia Bell [Bell, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Animus Press
Published: 2019-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

16

Deva

The wind howled as the doors banged open again and a handful of people entered, including two brawny men and a trio of women in matching short skirts and snug tees. The club’s staff enthusiastically greeted us before getting to work while Nadia ushered us off to a spartan dressing room, but not before I had a chance to peek at the newcomers’ souls and confirm they were bloodline as well. It was odd that the club’s owner wasn’t, according to Nadia, but all the better that he was absent tonight. His interest in the band apparently extended only so far as our ability to bring in a crowd.

The crowd that greeted us when we finally stepped on stage an hour later was something else. My blood thrummed with my connection to them. They were almost all bloodline, the brightness of their souls enough to make me tear up as I greeted them. There were others in the audience too, but when I held my hand up and squinted into the light, I confirmed that those others were not humans, their powerful auras too stark a contrast from the bloodline to mistake them for anything but higher races.

“Hello, Houston!” I called into the microphone, elated to be on stage again, but still barely able to suppress my mild panic that I’d somehow fuck this up . . . that my promises wouldn’t hold water because I couldn’t fucking sing. “We’ve got one hell of a show for you tonight! And before you start to worry about the weather, we’re prepared to be here all night. There’s a hurricane coming through as we speak, so this might be your last chance to get out of town. Anyone who stays . . . well, I’ll just assume you love us that much.”

I paused long enough to soak in the enthusiastic cheers. “But Pete assures me that this club is sturdy enough to withstand the storm, and he’s well stocked. Besides, what better way for Fate’s Fools to prove our worth than staring down a hurricane?”

I waved up at the big banner hanging as a backdrop behind me. It bore the Fate’s Fools logo, which included the spiraling design at its center meant to signify precisely that power of the winds that made the band great at its inception. I tried not to think about what a fraud I was, representing that power without a turul soul to speak of, but I had to try for the sake of the promise I’d made myself and the bloodline.

I had Agnes in my hands, her soft leather strap resting at the back of my neck, and played the first chord of the song we planned to open with. We’d shifted the order around at the last minute in honor of the freakishly out of season weather. Behind me, Llyr was already thumping a heavy bass beat on the drums, the vibration reminding me so acutely of Ozzie I choked up a little. I took a deep breath to settle myself.

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