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Davido pointed and Joseph leaned forward. “No Proper Names. Oh, so that’s what that means.” He blew a raspberry and for good measure added a gurgle from his throat as well.
It was strange thinking that Davido had been in his Kaden form just a few minutes ago and that he’d healed her. He looked up from the paper. “Your color is much better.”
“I feel perfect. Thank you.” She glanced around. “I thought Vojalie would be here.”
Davido frowned. “She is, but she’s deep in meditation for Stone’s sake as well as for the fate of the Nine Realms.”
He pinched his lips together and tears touched his eyes.
Rosamunde could see he feared for his son.
He rose to his feet and folded up the paper, which caused Joseph to spit and sputter. “I wasn’t done.”
He handed Joseph the paper who then levitated near the window where he remained. From the outside, the sill was at ground level, giving the home a basement feel. He opened the paper and continued studying.
Davido crossed the room to her and took her hands in his. “What are you going to do, my dear?”
Tears burned her eyes. “I don’t know. I want to go after Stone, to find him, to bring him home, but how? Margetta probably took him to her base camp. And even if she didn’t, I have no way of locating him. I was hoping you and Vojalie would be able to help me.”
Davido squeezed her hands. “I’m afraid what happens next is on you. I have no way of looking into the future and Vojalie is doing her best. But she says she’s blocked. We’ve suspected that Margetta has been interfering for some time. Rosamunde, you need to dig deep right now.”
She shook her head, fear encasing her heart. “I don’t know what to do, where to begin.”
“Remember that Stone has your blood in him and that the blood rose power has unusual capacities for each couple. Maybe you should dwell on that.”
With his three forehead ridges in tight rolls, Rosamunde realized how desperate Davido really was. And why wouldn’t he be? He had no way of helping the man who was his son.
“So there’s nothing you can do as one who channels the elf-lord power?”
Davido shook his head. “I’m not a fully realized elf-lord, which is one given completely to the power. And I’ve taken vows never to become one, not even for the sake of one of my children. Without that vow, I would have been executed a long time ago.”
Rosamunde knew then that any hope she had of finding Stone truly was on her. “I’ll leave you now. But I promise you that I’ll do everything I can to bring Stone home. Okay?”
Two fat tears rolled down his cheeks. He levitated suddenly so that he could wrap his arms around her. He hugged her for a long moment. “I know you will.”
She didn’t wait for further conversation or good-byes, but teleported straight to the cottage. She sat down on the end of the bed, moving her dagger sheath slightly so it didn’t pinch her leg.
She focused all her attention on Stone and on what they’d shared together. It was hard to calm her pounding heart, to reach a place of serenity that would allow her to pro
perly meditate and to consider the problem.
After several minutes, however, she reached a place of peace and to her surprise her fae instincts drew her suddenly to her mating vibration. Chills raced up and down her spine because she knew, she knew, that somehow the same stream of energy, so personal and sexual in nature, was the key. But how was she to engage with Stone if she couldn’t locate him?
She rose to her feet and with her eyes closed, she extended her arms as though in supplication to the Goddess. She gave herself to the love she felt for Stone and let it fill her heart and mind. In doing so, her telepathic vibration began to hum, softly at first then growing stronger.
Without thinking, she turned toward the northwest, a direction facing a portion of Tannisford Realm, the part high in the Dauphaire Mountain Range. So high in fact that no matter the time of year, the peaks were always capped with snow.
She could feel him now though what she sensed was that he was close to death.
Her heart ached as she let the stream of her telepathy flow in his direction. On and on she sent what felt like a fragile string of hope toward the mountains and the snow.
She also knew the exact moment she reached him because a flow of energy returned in her direction that felt like Stone.
But it was so weak, too weak.
She didn’t know what else to do except to try to talk to him. Stone, I’m here and I’m doing everything in my power to locate you. My telepathy has found you, but Margetta’s blocks are too strong and I can’t pinpoint your location. Stone, please hear me.
She stayed fixed in position, holding her mating energy open and repeating her plea.
