Chapter 16
When he saw me rise from the couch, he merely watched me out of the corner of his eye. He spoke only when I picked up his guitar and turned it over in my hands.
“Since when have you started playing?”
“I don’t. I’m curious if you’ve always done so.”
Angling his body so he could stir and talk to me at the same time, he smiled softly, his gaze drifting to the instrument. “Let’s call them variations on a theme. I’ve always been musical. My choice of expression has evolved over the years.”
“Did you ever play for me?”
“All the time. Did you want to hear something now?”
“I will, but not just yet. After we eat.”
He nodded, but his curiosity wasn’t slaked, especially when I returned to the couch with the guitar in my lap. Though my magic wouldn’t work on Leandro, that didn’t preclude objects within his domain. Music was an ideal medium for him to share the details I needed.