Elkhana
I turn the ouroboros on my arm again, and again, the little snake warming to my touch. I don’t know if my fae lord realizes what has happened since last I saw him. But I see him all the time now. I see his future and his present when I am supposed to be showing the future to my supplicants. And while it doesn’t prevent me from helping them, it fills me with a longing so intense that my days are spent a hair away from an agony of loneliness.
I see what they are doing to him – how they have stripped away every joy and delight of life, used him up, carved him down, hidden him from their sight, and still, they want more and more and more.
If someone doesn’t rescue him soon, there will be nothing left to rescue. He is caged worse than I am, and I can think of only one way to break that bond and to set him free.
I have never thought of myself as selfish before – but is it selfish to try to bring him back so I can show him the visions that could save him?
I ask myself that question for what feels like the hundredth time and then I slip again into the dreams we’ve been sharing since last he was here and as he seizes me with savage joy and crushes his lips against mine, I murmur to him, “I will find a way, precious one. No more will you burn for your people. I will find a way to set you free.”
