Page 150 of Alien God

I tried to turn my head, but couldn’t. Tried to speak, but it took enormous effort just to peel my sticky tongue from the roof of my mouth. Finally, I whispered, “Wylf?”

It was like I’d muttered a powerful incantation. As if I’d conjured him, his face appeared instantly over mine.

“Torrance!”

I’d never seen my husband look quite like this. He looked distraught. His hair was a ragged mess, like he’d been running his hands through it over and over again, and his eyes blazed dully through a haze of pained exhaustion.

“What... What...” I couldn’t manage the whole question of What happened?

“Here, drink this,” Wylfrael urged. He slid a hand beneath my head, helping lift it from the pillows as he placed a cup to my lips. The sweet milk felt so good in my dry mouth, but every swallow made me whimper with pain. He pulled away the cup, his lips pulling downward fiercely.

“Don’t try to talk, beloved,” he said. “Save your strength.”

I tried to nod, but couldn’t even do that.

“Save your strength,” he said again, “and I will explain everything in time. When you are stronger. Just sleep and...” The look of pain intensified on his face. “And I will see you when I return.”

Return?

You’re going away?

I asked the question with my tired eyes, and Wylfrael read it there.

“I know, beloved. Sweetness, I know,” he groaned. He bent, rubbing his forehead against mine. “But it’s been three days, and Sceadulyr is waiting. I couldn’t bear to go before you’d woken and I waited as long as I could, but I’ve run out of time.”

I blinked heavily, trying to stay awake, to understand what he was saying. Why was he going away? Why was he seeing Sceadulyr? Why did my chest feel like I’d been kicked by a horse?

Even just thinking exhausted me. The tender ghost of Wylfrael’s lips grazing my temple, I drifted back into the deep.

When I awoke again, I felt a little more clear-headed. I could actually move my head, too, which I considered to be a vast improvement. What wasn’t an improvement, though, was that Wylfrael wasn’t here this time. Tears gathered in my eyes, and one slipped out. I was afraid of his absence, afraid of my own pain, afraid of what I didn’t remember. And I needed my husband here.

“Oh, oh! Torrance! You’re awake!”

I smiled weakly through the tears. At least I’m not totally alone.

“Torrance! Here! Lord Wylfrael said to make sure you drink something when you next woke up.” Aiko’s surprisingly strong hands hoisted me into a slouchy sitting position against the pillows and headboard. My head swam, and my chest cramped up. I breathed slowly, trying not to faint, as Aiko lifted a cup to my lips. Swallowing the hot liquid hurt, just like it had last time, but I knew if I didn’t get some fluids and calories into me soon I would get even weaker.

“What happened?”

I was actually able to get the words out this time, at least.

Aiko placed the cup down on the crystal table and hurried back to the bed.

“I’m afraid I cannot tell you much,” she said. She looked anxious, her eyes wide with concern as she spoke. “Five days ago, Lord Wylfrael brought you back here. You were unconscious, and he said that you’d been badly injured. Apparently, another stone sky god helped heal you, and now Lord Wylfrael owes him a debt of service. He had to return to that god’s world two days ago.”

Sceadulyr...

It wasn’t much to go on, but it was a start. At least I knew why I was so weak and in pain – something had happened to me. I just didn’t know what yet.

I’d have to wait for Wylfrael to return to explain it all.

My chest seized up when I thought of him. Emotional pain twining with physical. I missed him, and I tried not to get too sensitive about the fact that he was off doing something for Sceadulyr instead of being here with me.

I trust him, I reminded myself. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

I resolved to wait for him.

But as the days passed, it got hard. Really fucking hard. Every morning I woke up calling his name in my sleep, only for Aiko to tell me that he had not yet come back. Every night I fell into exhausted slumber, hoping to feel him curl around me.

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