Part 1283 – Faulty Transmissions

Ambrose folded his arms across his chest and gloomed at his window.

I knew that Robin and Raven were going to be our chaperones, but this?

He gave the two vampires next to him a dour look.

Robin sat right behind Barbara and Raven sat right in the middle. Missy, of course, was in the front, riding shotgun.

Barbara was out of Ambrose’s reach. Unless he really wanted to half-fling himself across Raven’s knees.

He didn’t want to do anything of the sort.


This is beyond ridiculous.

It’s straight out insulting.

He gave his dour look to his reflection on the window next to him.

Raven sighed. “I do not understand why you are being so doleful, sir.”

Ambrose snorted. “A statement like that doesn’t deserve a response.”

“Stupid.” said Robin. “I said it before and I’m sayin’ it again: I ain’t sittin’ behind Missy. She halfway killed my knees last time. I ain’t ever doin’ that again.”

“Raven could have sat behind her.”

“I did offer, sir, but you declared that the middle seat was uncomfortable.”

“It is uncomfortable, but that isn’t the point.”

“I’m afraid I don’t see what the point is.”

Ambrose looked at Barbara. “I can’t touch her.”

“Indeed. I believe that was the point in Robin and I coming with.”

Ambrose had nothing to say to that. He watched the flash of streetlights and darkened buildings outside his window.

Raven didn’t offer any platitudes about “It’s okay” or any posh variant of that phrase. He didn’t say anything to reassure Ambrose, nothing like “Don’t worry. You’re going to be married in three days”.

Raven didn’t speak at all.

He put his hand on the back of Ambrose’s shirt and rubbed in soothing circles.

Despite his irritation, Ambrose relaxed against his fellow vampire’s hand.

Neither man said a word.

And Barbara drove Raven’s car through the night.



If I projected his name with my mind right now, would he hear me? Am I too far away?


Robin leaned his head against Raven’s shoulder.

Darn it all.

Why’s it gotta hurt like this?

He closed his eyes and projected his thoughts as far as he could.


Ambrose growled. “Do you have to shout so loud?”

Robin ignored him. He listened and waited for Isellta’s response.



Isellta startled awake. “Robin? Robin? Is that you?”

“I’m right here.” Robin nuzzled Isellta’s neck.

“But I heard—”

Robin pressed his open mouth to the fey’s throat.

“oh…ohhh…” His body tensed in anticipation of what the vampire would surely do next.

The vampire didn’t disappoint him. He bit his skin in soft, teasing nibbles.

Isellta’s heart raced. His body throbbed with the need for more and more and more than that. He moaned in wordless desperation, hoping that his lover would understand.

Robin did.

Yet, even as Robin unfastened the top three buttons on the back of his shirt, the unspoken words Something is wrong. This isn’t right. Something is wrong. ran through the fey’s mind in a neverending loop.

“I…I don’t…I don’t under…”

His collar sagged loose and limp in the darkness. Robin’s fingers trickled to the buttons underneath his wings.

Isellta’s voice caught in his throat.

I want this.

I don’t want him to stop.

I want…

I want him.

Robin pulled Isellta’s shirt off. He gently kissed his right shoulder.

Something’s wrong.

This is all wrong.

Something’s wrong.

“I don’t care. Robin. Robin. Robin…”



Robin opened his eyes. His good pupil widened.

“Isellta.” His chest tightened and Robin wanted to cry. “My lovely Isellta.”



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