I am waiting for you.
The sound of running water woke Isellta. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “mm. mnnn.”
He lowered his hands.
He glanced around.
Isellta sat in the middle of a dimly lit cell. There were no doors.
Walls of rippled glass.
Isellta flapped his wings a couple of times and settled them against his back. He stood.
“What is this place? Where am I?”
No one answered his questions.
There was no sound other than the running water.
He chose a wall at random and approached it.
Isellta cautiously flapped his wings as he reached forward. He touched it with just one finger.
Warm water cascaded past his finger.
He smiled and spread his hands on the wall.
The water coursed past his fingers, all the way up to his wrists.
His wings flapped harder.
It feels so good.
He closed his eyes and pressed his hands against the wall.
Isellta gasped as something tugged hard at his insides.
He opened his eyes.
He backed away from the wall and glanced around.
The tugging grew stronger, more insistent.
His wings flared out again as a dark figure materialized on the opposite side of the wall straight ahead of him.
And Isellta knew.
He cried out and ran to the obscured, rippled figure.
The figure turned to face him.
He stopped and spread his hands on the rippling wall. The tugging was so intense it felt like his innards were going to split and tear. He tried to claw his way through the wall. He tried to blast it down with his magic.
He tried to sweep away the water concealing Robin’s face, but it didn’t stay clear for long enough. He could only manage to get a quick glimpse of his eyes.
None of it was enough.
He bashed his fists on the wall, splashing the water. “I want you. I want you so much. Robin.” He groaned. “And it hurts. It hurts so much.”
Isellta crumpled to his knees.
It’s been so long since I’ve heard his voice.
He pressed his forehead against the wall. The water merged with his tears and ran down his face.
“I need you.”
Isellta woke up to the darkness, Robin’s embrace, and tears. Tears streamed down his face.
What’s wrong with me? What—
He winced as his headache started up again. “Robin.”
His headache worsened.
Isellta moaned and curled into a fetal position.
And his headache grew steadily worse.
The pain escalated until he couldn’t think anymore.
The nae bi sha didn’t speak.
He didn’t think.
He simply watched Isellta’s suffering.
And he smiled.
“‘sellta. my ‘sellta.” Robin opened his eyes and raised his head. He looked over at the rocking chair.
It sat empty and still.
Robin crumpled down to the bed.
You were with aggressive fey chick four times.
And what about this new guy of yours? How many times with him?
Where do I stand with you, ‘sellta? What am I to you?
Do you love me? Did you ever love me? Was it all a stupid fey game the whole time?
Robin curled into a fetal position.
It hurts so freakin’ much.
“Isellta. ‘sellta. My ‘sellta.”
Ambrose muttered something in his sleep.
Robin turned to him and hugged him.
Ambrose cracked his eyes open and muttered something that may or may not have been in English.
“Shut up. Just hold me.”
“hmmn.” Ambrose hugged him and went back to sleep.
Robin breathed in the older vampire’s comforting scent, but his thoughts stayed focused on Isellta.
I don’t know what to think, what to believe, what to do.
I miss you.
I miss you so freakin’ much. Have you gone and forgotten all ’bout me?
Are you really mine?
Can I still be yours?