I peered back at Kieren, who started to shiver. “I don’t know what to do for him,” I whispered, worry making my words quake.
She angled her head to the side. “Call for a healer.”
I rubbed the back of my neck, where a twinge of pain settled. “Pietro told me the healers are all busy.”
So many fae were still in critical condition because of the humans who’d abducted and tortured them. Regardless, I wanted to ask for Leah to come so she could tend to Kieren,but I was sure it made me selfish when others needed her attention more.
She put her large hands on her narrow waist. “Are you not mated to the prince of Niev?” she asked. “A healer can get unoccupied to tend to you and yours.”
George chuckled, while Alastor kept his features emotionless, aside from a slight twitch of his lips. I laid a hand over my mouth to hide my smile.
With a shake of my head, I ran a hand through Kieren’s hair. He blinked up at me before he closed his eyes again.
“Do you want me to turn off the lights?”I asked.
“They’re not bothering me.”His reply came back sleepy.
“Go on and tell the messenger you need a healer,” Fia urged. “Your broth is ready whenever your boy wants it. I hope you don’t mind, but I took care of the mess in the hall.”
Acid turned in my stomach, the pain in my temple and at the base of my neck intensifying at the reminder of the man I’d killed. I pushed it down, promising I’d let myself fall apart over it later.
If only Elias were here. I’d give anything to be in his arms. It was the only place I knew I’d be able to completely relax.
“I can use my magic to tend to Kieren,” Alastor said, turning his attention to the young fae. “If you don’t mind?”
“I’d appreciate it,”Kieren replied.
Alastor shifted to kneel in front of Kieren. The ribbons of his green magic poured into Kieren, and as they swept through him, his complexion lightened as the last of his shivers stopped. He remained lying on the couch, his body slackened as he took a deep breath.
I touched his cooled cheeks before I pressed my palm to his forehead. Relief flooded me.
“I’m better at mending broken bones than treating ailments,” Alastor said. He shifted on his knees to sit on the floor. “I’ve taken the worst of it, but his fever will return. He’ll need to see a proper healer.”
When I stood, Alastor stood with me. “Is Pietro still here?”
“Outside,” my cousin replied. “I think you should call for Leah. I don’t know much about pregnancies and don’t trust that I could miss something important if I were to assess you and your babes.”
I put a protective hand over my stomach.
“He’s right.”Kieren inched up, his worried gaze on me.
I knew they were both right, but fear kept me from wanting to know. How many times had I heard about fae miscarrying, even after they took the finest care of their unborn babies? And here I was, moments after some asshole had thrown me over his shoulder and slammed my back against the wall.
“I’m sure the babes are fine,” Alastor said, his words carrying far more certainty than I felt. “This is only a precaution.”
I wanted to know—no, I needed to know if they were okay, but I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to find out the truth without Elias. Because what if . . .
No, they were fine. They had to be.
“Your babes are blessed with strong parents. I’m sure they’re fine, Ted, but Leah can catch any early signs of danger. I know you’re scared right now, but I also know you’d be dragging Everly or Ryenne to see a healer if they’d suffered something similar while pregnant,” George added.
I huffed out an irritated breath and forced a tease in my voice. “I hate it when the men in my life are right. Thank God none of you are Elias. He would’ve whisked me away by now.”
George grinned. “Don’t think I haven’t considered it.”
“Ass,” I muttered, hoping I did a good job disguising the concern that ran through me.
His grin grew. “Thisassis going to go grab Pietro so you can give him your royal command.”
