Page 59 of His Impossible Elf Mate
Grimacing, Teárlach set his spoon down. “The most likely candidate forcarrying my heir.”
“Excuse me? Did you say they have someone lined up already?” I felt nauseous at the idea of T having a baby with someone else, but it was worse knowing there were already elves in line for the job.
“Several eligible ladies. I would likely be required to marry the chosen one and it would all depend on her DNA profile.”
He said this matter-of-factly. As if it was perfectly normal and reasonable for his parliament to arrange this for him. I guess it was for a prince. This was all he had known.
With me, he had the opportunity to have love, possibly for the first time. If they forced us apart, what would happen to him? Would he fade like he said he would?
“You would like Kelda. She is Ívarr’s youngest sister and his total opposite, though they share a love of science. She is the most eligible because she has some royal blood.”
“She’s your cousin!” I said disgustedly. I couldn’t imagine being with my cousin, not that Deke was my type at all.
“Yes. Neither of us wants the match, if that helps.” He gave a sly smile, attributing my reaction to jealousy.
“Cousins!”
T laughed, the first genuine, stress-free laugh I’d heard from him in days. Since he had healed Roan.
“Why doesn’t Kelda want you?”
“I believe she is like Chase. In all the time I’ve known her, I have never seen her romantically involved with anyone. I don’t think the idea of motherhood appeals to her, unless it was something she was doing for herself.”
“Doesn’t that mean she would be great to have your heir? As a surrogate, I mean.”
“Yes, though I know parliament will prefer I am married to the child’s mother to give the child more legitimacy for the claim of heir.”
“But your mother… you’ve never mentioned your father.”
“Mother was briefly married to my father. He fell in one of the many battles with the fae. She decided not to remarry even though parliament wished her to. There was brief talk of a union between her and a fae lord.”
“Oh, shit!”
“Yes,” T smirked. “Mother shut that down, as you would say.”
“So Kelda,” I said, changing the subject. T hadn’t talked about his father for a reason. Maybe he was really young when he died. It was possible he had no memories of his sire.
“I will get a device to her. We can talk and she can decide if she wants to help us.”
“You may as well give her your phone, for all that you use it,” I teased.
Teárlach’s grinsaid it all.
After explaining the reason behind our visit, Ívarr subjected Teárlach to extensive tests, stretching my elf lover’s patience to the limit.
Aldrin took one look at him and pronounced the solution. “You need sleep. True, deep, healing sleep. Your sleep-walking and seeing things? A sign of extreme fatigue. From what you are saying, you are having hypnagogic and hypnopompic hallucinations. Both as you are falling asleep and waking up.”
“That doesn’t account for some of the others.” T was frowning.
“No, perhaps there is something else happening. We won’t know until we sort the sleep issue out first. I’m going to give you a sleep tonic Kade swears by. Poppy made it, of course, so I know it’s of exceptional quality.” T tried to interject. “Just for a few days while we wait for Ívarr to check through your results.”
“There’s no need. I agree completely with the diagnosis and treatment plan.” Ívarr was still studying his tablet. “I trust you, Aldrin, even with our prince.”
The healer smiled, a faint blush on his tan cheeks. His mate squeezed his arm with pride written across his face.
My phone rang, drawing everyone’s attention. “Oh, it’s your phone with a video call,” I told Teárlach, holding up the device.
“Answer, please. Ívarr, it is your sister.”
