Page 72 of His Impossible Elf Mate
“I’d love wings,” Teagan sighed with a dreamy look on her face.
“Hmm, I do not want an animal soul, though I admire the shifters.”
“You’re all about the witches these days, aren’t you?” Teagan teased, playfully tugging at his arm.
Ívarr just smiled. “Only one witch. She was hoping to come with us, if that is alright?”
“Michaella’s coming to Abrocaelum? Is she bringing her bike?” Chase was practically bouncing.
“Bike? Do you mean a bicycle?” Ívarr’s face was set in a frown.
The roar of an engine came from down the street. Chase made a noise of delight while Axel and Teagan shared grins.
“I think he means motorcycle,” I told my friend.
The witch came to a stop in front of us and removed her helmet. “Hey, I thought since we would be making an entrance, I’d go big.”
“Go big or go home, right?” Chase rushed to examine the machine. “Can I ride this another time?”
“Sure,” Michaella said easily. She got off the bike and went to a box on the end where she withdrew another helmet. “Wanna ride with me?” She brought it to Ívarr, who was blushing! Never in my life had I seen the man blush.
“I’d like to, but I’m afraid I will fall.”
“Just hold on tight to me. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Without a doubt.”
“Okay, then we need to braid this hair first. Don’t want to get it all messed up. May I?”
Ívarr didn’t answer, just approached the bike and perched on the seat, making him a better height for Michaella to quickly tie his long dark hair into a braid.
The moment between them seemed so intimate, I felt as if I shouldn’t be watching it.
“We should head to the portal. There, those of us who can, should shift. The others will take our clothes.”
“Actually, I decided you needed something fancier, all of you, so I’ve got that handled.” Teagan knocked her foot against the bag beside her. “I also got horses for me and Hakeem. Someone is waiting at the other side of the portal for us.”
Dread lined my stomach as we made our way to the portal where the elves waited for us to cross. The ones guarding were friendly. Some expressed shock and awe when I shifted, letting my owl spread their wings.
It was the first time Ívarr, Hakeem and Teagan were seeing my new form, so I waited, perched on Axel’s arm, for them to touch my feathers.
“Come on, get your helmet on. Let’s get this done.”
Now I saw what Ívarr liked in his witch. She had a take charge personality.
I could only imagine what the people of Abrocaelum saw as we got near to the castle.
A witch and elf on a motorcycle.
Twin wolves racing and an owl flying above them.
Followed by two elves on horseback cheering them on.
We were a disaster waiting to happen. Hopefully the court waiting in the throne room would be the focus of any calamity.
Michaella parked her bike in the courtyard where Teagan and Hakeem dismounted. The stunned page took charge of the horses but gaped at us the entire time.
“Stay shifted until we are in front of the queen,” Teagan said.
