swear that pixie was trying to comfort me, trying to let me know I wasn’t alone.
I nodded.
Dev put one hand low on my belly and I felt a warmth pulse through me. “Your son is fine. He is healthy and growing. He is going to be okay, Kelsey. He knows who his mother is and he is with you. He will be a fighter.”
“You can talk to him?”
Dev stepped back. “No. I don’t need to. I know his mother.”
I sniffled at the words and put my hand on my belly. I prayed there would be a world left to one day give birth in.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Summer
“Where are you taking us?” I couldn’t ignore the sirens that filled the air around us as Dante eased the hovercar into traffic. It wasn’t my first time in one of these vehicles. When Dean had chosen to come with us, we’d had to spend some time with his parents. JT and Dana Malone had driven us around and showed us a bit of Dean’s world while they’d basically promised to murder me if I got their baby into trouble. I hadn’t liked the driving experience then either, and it hadn’t merely been about the uncomfortable company.
It was odd to be surrounded by other vehicles so far up in the air. I didn’t like the feeling of steel around me, but I couldn’t exactly complain since my other option had been facing a coven of witches out for my blood.
It seemed to be the theme of the last few days. I had to pray Dean had taken Kelsey and Dev Quinn back to Erna, who would help protect them.
“We need to get to Tír na nÓg,” he explained, his hold on the steering apparatus tightening. “The kings of the Seelie Fae sent me to find you.”
The idea of going home held even less appeal for me than facing the witches.
Marcus’s hand was suddenly in mine.
Do not worry, bella. No one will make you do anything you don’t wish to do. But perhaps we should find out what they know. After all, Mrs. Taggart has brought up some interesting questions.
I took a deep breath, finding comfort in his hand in mine, his mind in mine. I’d found it unnerving at first, but now it meant I wasn’t alone. I was learning to trust this male more than I had anyone else.
Somehow those hours we’d spent together in our minds had been more like days. We’d rolled around in his big bed, making love and talking. He’d had food delivered, food that hadn’t fed my body but had filled my soul with him. He’d held me while I slept, and he’d been there when I’d woke.
Those days hadn’t been real in the sense of it existing in true time, but it was real to me. It was real to him. Somehow he’d found a way to give us the one thing we didn’t have—time together. Memories I could pull from if we were forced apart.
“What exactly do the kings of the Seelie Fae want with my comp…consort?” Marcus seemed to understand language and its importance. He was adapting quickly and proving adept at navigating the worlds he found himself in.
Once my lover had properly fed, he’d settled in to being the kind of man I hadn’t even thought to dream of. One who took care of me, who showered me with his affection.
One who I was going to have to take care of because I wasn’t sure Marcus was capable of taking care of himself while we were in danger. He seemed to think only of me.
“My cousins think that your consort is at the heart of these odd happenings. Or rather Cian has a theory and Beck is along for the ride. Truly, Ci got all the brains,” Dante said with a long sigh. “I always said traffic would get us killed. I’m not going to make it to the door. The door that leads directly to Tír na nÓg closes in an hour. I’m at least two away, and if Taggart can think through his sarcasm, he’s going to have access to it blocked as soon as he can sort through all that chaos.”
“I would think he definitely would close down access to the plane I came from. He knows an awful lot about me,” I said and had a sudden thought. “Could I use one of your tablets to contact my people?”
If I could let Dean know where we were, he might be able to