“Do you love her?”
Kalyla looked puzzled. “Who?”
“Ilrithya. Do you love her?”
They walked down the hall in silence as Kalyla pondered the question. “She matters to me. She matters a lot. If she weren’t with me, I’d be lonely for her.”
Robin smirked. “And you say fey can’t fall in love.”
“Love. Is that what it’s like?”
Robin thought about Isellta. “Yeah. A lot like that.”
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“What is wrong?”
“Raven’s bein’ a major pest.”
SHUT THE FLAMIN’ HECK, YOU STUPID FLAMIN—
There is no need to be abrasive, sir. Come down to the first floor. Now. Ambrose and I are waiting for you.
Robin snorted. YEAH, RIGHT. I GOT STUFF TO DO UP HERE.
Sir. I need you to come down here. There is something. Something I must give to you.
Sir. Please control your volume. You are giving me a headache. I’d rather not say what it is at the moment. I will give it to you when you come down to the first floor.
Robin thought of the most vulgar insult he could come up with and sent it at Raven.
Raven had nothing to say about it, which disappointed Robin.
I thought for sure he’d have a prissy fit over it.
“Kalyla. I gotta go back to the first floor.”
“Oh. Will you take the elevator again?”
Robin looked at the floor. “No. Teleport.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
He closed his eyes and waited for the fey’s embrace.
He gasped as the suddenness of the embrace took him by surprise.
“Hold on to me, Robin.”
Robin hugged him and pressed his face against the fey’s neck.
“Are you ready, Robin?”
“Yes.” he whispered.
Robin hugged him a little tighter.
I wish I could hold you like this.
I wish I could feel your arms around me.
It’s all of two days away, ‘sellta.
Only two days.
I wish those two days were come and gone.
I wish you were in my arms.
Just you, my pretty fey.
I miss you, ‘sellta.
I miss you.
“We’re on the first floor now. You can let me go, if you wish.”
Robin raised his head.
Kalyla smiled kindly at him. “I don’t know your Isellta, but he is lucky to have someone like you.”
Robin scoffed. “Yeah. I’m a real big catch with my rotten attitude and ruined face.”
“You are kind and loving.”
Robin startled and backed away from him. “Wha? Who, me?”
Kalyla nodded. “It’s obvious.”
The fey’s pager buzzed again. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” He closed his eyes and, in a matter of seconds, he disappeared.
Robin sat down on a nearby cushioned bench.
Kind and loving?
He flinched as he remembered slapping Isellta’s face.
But I’d never do that again. No matter what, I’d never hurt him like that ever again.
If he’ll just give me a second chance.
He wrapped his arms around his waist as if his stomach hurt.
But it was not his stomach that hurt.
“‘sellta. My ‘sellta. Give me a second chance. I don’t deserve it. But…But I…”
The nearby elevator dinged.
Robin raised his head.
The elevator’s door opened and Ambrose rushed out as if he were escaping an entire hive of yellow jackets.
Raven strolled out, looking a lot like a perfect storm.
Ambrose doubled over, panting.
Robin approached him. “Hey. What’s happenin’?”
Ambrose stood up straight and rattled out a long line of aggravated French punctuated by emphatic hand gestures.
“Uh-huh. Okay, now say all that in English, ‘cuz I don’t speak French.”
“Sorry. Raven forced me to take that death cage even though he knows I HATE it.”
“Why’d he do somethin’ so blatantly mean?”
“I don’t know. I just told him that you and I don’t need tuxedos for the wedding. We can just buy suitcoats from the local department store and that would work fine. And it would be much cheaper.”
Robin face-palmed. “Of all the stupidheaded things to say! No wonder he tossed you into the elevator. You were pretty much askin’ for it.”
Raven approached them with a fierce gleam in his eyes. “Enough talk, sirs. Come.”
Robin and Ambrose clammed up and followed him out of the hospital.