They began to disappear. Genevra’s gaze caught his. “I will see to things.”
He never trusted anything to anyone else but his own hands. He watched solemnly as he let his only link to Camelee go.
“Saints help us! Where did they go?”
Wolf spun on his heel and found seven Saxons there. All were armed.
“Men! You all saw them vanish. This Dane is in league with demons!”
The other six shouted their agreement.
Wolf drew his blade and held it ready to fight. He had so much fury in him, he was certain he could kill them all. He didn’t see the small army deeper in the forest.
*
“Your Majesty,” Cameleecalled out, finally ready to give the answer her siblings were waiting for. “Do you want to send me back to my future, in which I hated you and my mother?”
“No, Daughter,” he was quick to tell her. “That isn’t what I intend to do.”
“What, then, did you intend to do?” she asked with her sister and brothers waiting for his answers to her.
“I want you all to remain in Avalon until Morgan is caught.”
“Without Nicholas?”
“Noelle will not give up her career to come here.”
“No,” was all Michael said, but it carried much conviction. He wasn’t staying.
“Morgan will go after the people you love if you are with them!” Arthur insisted. “Sebastian, you know I’m right. She went after you, and you almost took my life.” He spread his potent gaze over each of them. “Do you want to see your beloved Noelle trying to kill you? And if she succeeds, she will live with it.”
Sebastian didn’t argue back but turned on his heel and pounded his fist on the door.
“I don’t care about staying here, Dad,” Kestrel told him. “Just bring Nicholas here. Please.”
“I will speak to the sisters,” he said. “I know there are exceptions to the rules. Maybe we can find one.”
She nodded. They all did. There was nothing else they could do.
“Father…Dad…I’m not sure about any of this,” Camelee told him. “But please consider what you’ve done. You have sent us by way of a brooch to the great loves of our lives, and now it’s being snatched away. I know you have lost your love, as well. I now believe I know where—”
“I will see to things,” the voice called out, interrupting Camelee. It was Genevra’s voice. She was not in the great hall, and then she was. It was just like that. No silver sparkles. She was simply there…with a man who looked like he’d just come from a magic lamp.
“My king,” the man said with a slight bow. “Please forgive the interruption…”
“Guin?” the king choked out. He rose from his chair and rubbed his eyes. “Guin, are you real?”
Camelee felt her vision blur with tears while she watched Genevra cover her mouth to quiet her cries. She walked to him slowly, wiping her cheeks. When she reached the steps leading to the king, she knelt.
He was there to gently pull her to her feet.
“Guinevere, it’s truly you,” he cried, pulling her into his arms, where they wept, and kissed, and touched each other’s faces in awe of being together again.
“Guin, our children…” The king turned her to look at them.
Michael went to her and swallowed her up in his embrace.
Genevra cried into her son’s shoulder and Arthur cried into his hand. “I hated leaving you both at that orphanage. I try to imagine what the pain is like. Losing a part of my body? Losing a parent, your home, but there is nothing to compare with what I had to do.”
