I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 92

“Niamh, stop it!” Jareth ordered.

Other people’s singing might cost money, but hers was a threat to his life. Any more of it and his head would explode.

But fueled by alcohol, Niamh was on a roll, her voice getting louder and more enthusiastic with every off-key note.

“Soaring like an eagle through the setting sun, a rainbow in the sky for everyone…”

Jareth plugged his ears with his fingers, but it was useless; her voice cut right through.

She then stumbled over and shoved the microphone in his face. “Mr. Bragg, your turn to sing this line!”

“I don’t know such a cheesy song,” he said, pushing it away.

“Well, what do you want to sing, Mr. Bragg? I’ll queue it up for you!”

“Not interested,” he grumbled.

Niamh pouted at him before launching back into her performance. “From the highest mountain, I watch the fading day, hoping for a train to come and take me far away…”

Jareth grabbed two napkins and stuffed them in his ears. He was seriously tempted to throw her out. But seeing the pure, unadulterated joy on her face, he hesitated.

He poured himself another glass of wine and just watched her instead.

In that moment, she was strangely endearing. Her smile was brighter than the sun, radiating a warmth that he found himself drawn to.

After she finished butchering the song, she made a move to select another one.

Jareth shot up from his seat, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her onto the sofa. “Niamh, no more singing,” he warned.

“You’re no fun,” she complained. “You invite me to keep you company but then you won’t let me sing.”

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