Page 53 of His Impossible Elf Mate
“May we see him?” Ívarr asked.
“Sure,” I said, leading the way to my bedroom. “Maybe you can do something. I’m worried something is really wrong.”
Chase left my room, fully dressed in some of my clothes, to go to the kitchen. The look he gave me told me he knew all the worries I was hiding but didn’t express.
Those worries grew sharper, digging their shards into my heart as the elves shared a concerned glance over Teárlach’s sleeping form.
Shit.
“We’ll try pushing some of our magic into him,” Teagan said with false cheer, “and get Aldrin here to do some healing. His energy levels feel really low.”
“Is that why he feels like he isn’t here? Is he dying?”
Another looked between them. “No,” Ívarr finally said, “though I cannot be sure when he will come out of his. His mind appears to be on another plane.”
“He’s not here? He can’t hear us?” I’d hoped, probably in vain, that I could call him home.
“Not at present. No.”
Teárlach had resisted all efforts of healing. Aldrin, the elves, even the witches, had all tried, yet nothing had happened.
“I cannot say what is keeping him in this state. His energy is still low, though not dire, like before.”
Frankly, I was sick of Ívarr being in my home. I liked him well enough, but I still felt like he was blaming me for this. This was a slip back to how we used to be, before Ívarr warmed up to me and my place in T’s life. We needed to clear the air, especially if T meant what he said about making me his consort, eventually. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with it.
All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed with my elf.
“I wish we had a Seer here,” Teagan remarked. “Janet is a sweet old bear. I just don’t know how accurate her visions are.”
“Never been wrong once.” Chase had a fierce look in his eyes.
“Youmisunderstand,” she said with an apologetic look. “She is not accustomed to us. Our goddess has different plans for her people than The Luna has for her shifters.
“Janet said Teárlach is where he needs to be,” Chase said with a stubborn set to his jaw.
Leave it,I chided my brother.The elves mean well. Maybe they’re right and we need an elf Seer.
“Who gets visions in Abrocaelum?” I asked aloud.
Teagan and Ívarr did that silent speaking thing they did. It was Teagan who answered. “The queen, mainly. She is our living connection to the goddess. Teárlach was given a vision prior to us coming to Sweetwater, though he had never had one before. Some believed it to be a sign his time to rule is approaching.”
“So we need to ask the queen?”Please no,I pleaded with the universe.
“Yes,” Ívarr answered. “It would be best for you to ask.”
Clearly I had used up all my luck.
“I can’t leave T. I won’t,” I said stubbornly.
“Obviously.” Chase grinned. “Why don’t I go? An elf can escort me. Once I get an audience with the queen, we can do a video call.” My brother always had my back. With his plan, he eased some of my fears.
“Oh!” Teagan stood, looking hopeful. “I’ll go. We can leave right away.”
“You’d do that?” I asked, taken aback.
“Teárlach is my cousin and a dear friend. I want to see him well.”
My brother and Teagan became animated as they made their plans to visit Abrocaelum. I heard talk of heading to his rooms to get his phone first since he’d left all his things at home. I tuned them out to concentrate on T. Still no change.
