“Because you have gone and ignored your own instincts for his mental health.That must have been horribly difficult.”
“Um, you could say that.”
He pressed his forehead to hers and looked at her.He knew what she had done in that moment, and she felt him tense.
Arwell leaned back.“Oh, you have a psychic component.”
He nodded.“I do.That was...informative.”
She grimaced.“Sorry.Didn’t mean to dump that on you.”
“No, it is helpful to know.Dorn does not know?”
“Absolutely not.”
“He will not hear it from me.Do you give him hope?”
“No, I have a charm on me that stops him from asking.”
“Has he been in therapy?”
“Most of his life.Right now, it is once a month.”
“Who brought him to you?”
“Another of my kind.Like Rhea, she moved between worlds for a while.”She smiled.“She went a little further, though.”
“How much further?”
“The imperial court?”
“What?The golden dragon locked this world.”
“Locked from incoming personnel, not outgoing.If you could figure out how to leave, you could leave.She figured out how.She came back with Dorn, knowing that this world would be safe for him.I was set up financially, so this is where he’s living.”
He nodded.“I just can’t believe she managed to take him.”
“It was necessary, and she did it.”
“I need to see her memories.”
“You will have to ask nicely.She’s a little rough around the edges.”Arwell smiled.“And she bites.”
“Interesting.Does she have a mate?”
“Nope.She says no one around here is her type, and yes, she knows about the dark elves.”
“Interesting.She is a djinn?”
“Yeah.She’s purple when she shifts.”
He froze.“What?”
“Yup.She’s grape-coloured.Black hair.”
He nodded and kissed her forehead.“I have to make a call.”
Arwell nodded and sipped at her tea.
