Isellta yawned and stretched his whole body out. “Mmm. Mmm.”
He opened his eyes and sat up.
Robin stood in the doorway in a bathrobe.
“Robin.” Isellta flapped his wings.
The vampire leaned his head against the door frame. “You’re such a pretty little thing.”
Isellta flapped his wings even harder.
“Can I come in?”
Robin strolled over to the bed. “Isellta.”
The fey smiled. “Don’t even ask.” He untied the bathrobe’s sash.
Isellta woke up.
He tightened his grip on the pillow.
Why can’t this all be a bad dream?
Why can’t I wake up and find myself in Robin’s rocking chair?
And he’d be there, sleeping in his bed.
Isellta closed his eyes and imagined it.
I’d get up and walk over to his bed. I’d look down at him and wonder if I should touch him or leave him alone.
I would touch him.
His brown hair.
I’d want to kiss him, but wonder if I should.
I’d wake him up and ask him if I could.
He’d say yes.
And I would kiss him.
Isellta thought about it.
I’d do it with my mouth closed. A simple, innocent kiss and that would be enough for me.
I wonder if it would be enough for him.
He’d probably try kissing me like how he kissed that woman in the bar. Open mouth. Mouth moving all over my face.
His wings fluttered involuntarily.
Isellta smiled. “I wouldn’t tell him to stop, that’s for sure.”
But what if he tried to put his tongue in my mouth?
I guess I would let him. Just to see if I would like it.
I don’t think I would, though.
And if he tried to lick me?
I don’t know. It still seems nonsensical and disgusting to me. His saliva would be all over my skin.
Isellta stuck out the tip of his tongue.
What if he wanted to do more than that?
Isellta hugged the pillow so tight all of the pillow’s feathers should have snapped in half.
After everything that Queen Preyuna has put me through, do I even want him to hrrash ka kae with me?
I don’t know.
It felt so good when I did it with fake Robin.
I want to do it with my Robin.
What if Robin is as rough as Her Majesty? What if he hurts me? What if he doesn’t care about what makes me happy? What if? What if he’s mean to me? What if he makes the whole experience an utter misery?
What does it matter?
I can’t even touch him.
And he’s coming this Sunday.
Only six more days.
And I can’t touch him.
I can’t go near him.
Maybe it would be better if he didn’t come at all.
But I need to see him.
Even if I can’t touch him, I need to see him.
I love him.
I need him.
Isellta leaned his face against the pillow.
I don’t know what to do.
Jay embraced Maelin. “I’m so happy you’re here.” he murmured.
She kissed him. “So am I.” She kissed him again.
“So. Robin is coming here on Sunday?”
She kissed his throat. “Yes.”
“You don’t think he’ll change his mind?”
She smiled. “Jay, you didn’t see his face when he was talking to Isellta. He loves him.”
“Do you think…” He closed his eyes as she slid her hands down his bare back. “Mmm. If we can get those spells off of Isellta, do you think Robin will take good care of him?”
She thought about it. “I believe he will. He really loves our Isellta.”
“Our?” Jay grinned and opened his eyes. “Our Isellta? Funny, I don’t remember adopting him.”
“I feel like we should. You love him and worry about him as if he were your son.”
“I can’t help it. He’s just this poor, hopeless, needy kid and he has no one on his side. No one watching his back. No one to turn to when he’s hurt or sad. Especially now.” He kissed the flat bridge of her nose. “Is there nothing you can do to break either spell?”
“Like I said before, if I knew a way to do it, I would do it. But I have no power over fey queen magic. Not even my dragon magic can overcome it.”
He released her and sat up. “So, Isellta’s future happiness with Robin rests in the hands of two equally ruthless people.”
He sighed. “If I were to kill Mark Caten, would that break his spell?”
She sat up and laid her head on his shoulder. “Yes.”
He kissed her head. “I wonder if we could talk Robin into doing it for us.”