Why isn’t he reacting? Why?
Preyuna released his trec lun bone and seethed.
Stupid little boy!
Preyuna jerked the blanket off him and noticed his complete lack of arousal. “YOU STUPID BOY!”
If that ugly vampire were here, Isellta would wake up. He’d be completely turned on by just one touch. One small touch.
And he feels nothing for me.
He will never feel anything for me.
I hate that.
I hate that so much!
She reached for his crotch.
“HEY!” Jay ran to her, grabbed her upper arms, and dragged her away from the bed.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
He released her with a shove. His voice was a furious monotone as he said, “Get out of here. Get out of my room. Get yourself away from the kid.”
She glared at him.
“And don’t you ever touch him again.”
“What will you do to me?”
Jay hesitated. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out.” He jabbed a trembling point at the door. “You just get out of here. Right now.”
She scoffed. “Do you really think I’m scared of you? I am fey. You are not.” She stuck her face into his face. “And there is nothing stopping me from turning your skin inside out and backwards. You are not Mark Caten. You have no hold on me, guard.”
The other guard stopped next to Jay. “If you hurt either Jay or Isellta, I will drag you down to the dungeons. I will have them break your wings and cut your hair. You will look awful with short hair.”
“Now I know why Caten hired you as his personal guard. You’re just like him. Heartless and merciless.”
The guard stood a little straighter. “Speaking of which, he wants to see you.”
“Of course, he does. Come. Let’s see what he wants.” She gave Jay a hard look. “You’re fighting for nothing, guard. Even if Isellta survives, he will come back to me. He will be mine, no matter what you may think.” She sauntered to the open bedroom door.
Hank followed her.
Preyuna stopped in the doorway and turned quickly. Only to discover that Hank was standing right there, blocking her drama pose. “Augggh!” She physically shoved him out of the way, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and said, “I hope you have fun watching Isellta die.”
Jay positioned himself between the bed and Preyuna.
“Because you know it will happen. Isellta is going to die. There is no way that he will be able to defeat that nae bi sha. Not now. Not by himself. He’s too weak. The foolish boy believes that creature is his Robin. He won’t leave him. He will never reject him.” She narrowed her eyes. “And you know this. You know Isellta doesn’t want to leave. So, he will die. He will die and there is nothing anyone can do to save him. Have fun watching the show.”
She turned and left.
Hank hurried after her.
Jay stood alone and lost in the middle of the room.
Preyuna’s words rang inside his head and he heard the truth.
He knew she was right.
Jay stumbled over to the rocking chair and pulled out his journal. He slid the pen out of the wire spine.
He opened the book to the next blank page and sat there, unable to think of what to write.
Jay glanced at the bed.
The words came to him.
Mae. I know. I know it’s going to take a while for you to come. You can’t just fly over here. You have to worry about planes and tickets and luggage and layovers and.
Mae, I’m losing him. I’ve tried so hard. I’ve done everything I could think of and I mean everything. And it’s all for nothing.
Mae, he’s dying.
That poor, sweet kid is dying and it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair, Mae.
Mae. I miss you. I wish you were here. Oh, how I wish you were here. I feel so hurt. So alone. So hopeless. If you were here…
Oh, Mae! If only you were here.
I miss you.
And heartbroken. Someone as innocent and gentle as Isellta deserves a peaceful death. Not a death as brutal as this.
Come to me. Hold me. Comfort me. Tell me lies. Say that everything will be okay. Say that he will get better, that he looks better already, that all of these convulsions are a good sign.
Mae, just come home to me.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you so much. I love you.
Please come home as fast as you can.
Just come home.