Chapter 45: Karaoke Clash

Wesley took the mic and started to sing. "Smoke of war rises, my gaze turns north across the realm..." From the very first note, the women were transfixed. Wesley didn't just sing well. His phrasing swelled and receded effortlessly, his voice warm, magnetic, and unmistakably masculine. Most of all, he had serious lung power. On that soaring line, his tone stayed bright and ringing. The applause was thunderous. He projected with real power, singing full-out without a hint of strain. Some even...