Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell #2) - Juliette Cross Page 0,121

you, Isadora. You’re already into my everything.”

I gushed out a shaky sigh, my eyes rimming with happy tears. “I love you, too.”

I lowered my feet to the ground. Then he took one of my hands in his, keeping a grip around my lower back and we started to sway, dancing and making a spectacle of ourselves. But so was everyone else. And for some reason, with Devraj holding onto me, there was no fear at all. I didn’t care that others were watching or what they thought of me. I didn’t care about anything but him. But us.

I had Devraj. I had his love. He had mine. And that’s all that mattered.

Epilogue

~ISADORA~

“And now! What you’ve all been waiting for. Drum roll, please!” Livvy glanced at Clara, who stood next to her on stage in front of another mic. She proceeded to make the drum roll sound with her mouth while the rest of us pounded the tabletops. “The man of the hour is none other than our very own Finnie, tonight performing as the queen Beyoncé.”

The crowd lit up with a roar while Livvy grinned like a demon. A very beautiful demon. Their outfits were definitely something she’d put together. They wore body suits made entirely of black sequins with red sequins stitched across their boobs in the logo for The Cauldron.

Then Finnie stepped onto the stage to a series of loud catcalls. The loudest from JJ and Violet by the bar. And I had to admit, he made a very beautiful woman, his tawny, smooth skin glittering under the spotlights. I do mean glittering because, apparently, Livvy had smoothed glitter lotion all over his arms, chest, and bare legs.

“You’ve got this, Finnie baby!” shouted Evie, sitting on top of the table at my back, Mateo standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her upper chest.

When Finnie stepped up to the mic, the jeers died down, but hoots of laughter still rippled in our packed bar. Livvy was a PR genius. Her online promotion had pulled every singer and non-singer out of the woodworks to join our competition tonight. The winner would win $1,000, a Cauldron T-shirt, and bragging rights till next year’s competition since Livvy had decided this would be an annual thing. And it would all be prominently promoted via social media. Tonight, they were streaming live.

Finnie stepped up to the mic and said with his deep voice, “Uhhh, I lost a bet.”

More laughter, and a group of guys whooped down front. Livvy told me those were his best friends from UNO, here to support him. And embarrass him. And laugh at him. One of the guys was bent over so far and laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself.

“So,” said Finnie, very awkwardly. “Here it goes.” Then his mouth tipped up into that signature cute Finnie smile and he said. “This is for all the single ladies.”

“Yeah, baby!” a girl from the back yelled with a whoop, her friends joining in.

Then the music started and Livvy, Clara, and Finnie all started to move, hands on hips in Beyonce-style, and the crowd lost it. So did I. And Devraj next to me.

“Oh, my God!” I yelled into Devraj’s ear. “Finnie can sing!”

The bar went insane, clapping and whooping while Finnie killed it. Sure, it was a few octaves deeper than it should be, but it was awesome. And hilarious. And his dominant voice even drowned out our very off-key sister Clara. Still, she had some moves, shaking it like she just didn’t care. She and Livvy had more attitude and flair than was fair to the rest of the world.

I leaned close to Devraj and whisper-yelled in his ear. “I could never do that.”

He gripped the nape of my neck and put his mouth right next to my ear. “You’ll do it for me tonight.” Then he nipped my earlobe, rocketing my libido into the stratosphere.

“People are watching,” I hissed.

“Let them watch,” he said, completely amused while he drew me into his lap.

Rather than fight him, because that was pointless, I wiggled till I was sideways and wrapped my arms around his neck while we enjoyed the show.

When the song ended with the three onstage thrusting their hips out and a wink at the audience, there was really no contest. Still, we had judges at a front table, who now had a decision to make. The judges were Nico, who had a background in music, Tia who didn’t but had volunteered for the