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Once in the neighborhood, however, he couldn’t find it. Right. Vojalie’s mist.
“Fuck.”
Once more, he strove to calm the hell down.
He focused on Vojalie, hoping his new rise in power would allow him to cross realms and reach Merhaine telepathically. Merhaine Realm was where Vojalie and Davido had their primary residence. He didn’t know what he would do if he couldn’t reach the powerful fae.
Oddly, it was Davido who caught up with him. Hello, my boy. So glad you reached out to us. Yes, I know you were hoping for my wife, but she’s busy training that lovely fae, the one who teaches at your local university. Holly is her name.
Devyn levitated in a slow circle. What did he care about Holly?
He had to stay in motion or he swore he’d lose it. He had to find Emily. Now.
Stone was right. Making sure she was safe was everything. Everything.
I’m going mad, Davido. I just learned Emily was accosted by a mastyr when she was out shopping for groceries. Some shifters at the Wild Boar helped her escape. But when I talked to her earlier, she told me she was fine. Why would she do that?
Women, Davido returned enigmatically. They’re a different species, take my word. I once told Vojalie her new style of doing her hair made her look like a princess. She didn’t speak to me for a week. Do you know why?
Devyn had no fucking idea. He cared even less. He gritted his teeth. Why?
Because she hadn’t changed a thing in over a year. You have to be careful with their feelings. Did you do or say anything recently that might have put her off from showing you the courtesy you deserve?
All his indignation, his rage, fell to a low simmer. Had he hurt her? He’d probably cut her heart in two, was all. “Yes. But it’s complicated.”
“It always is.”
To his surprise, or perhaps because of Davido’s famous charisma, Devyn told him about refusing to see her again.
Let me understand. You made love to this beautiful, sensitive, gifted woman, you brought her to a righteous place of ecstasy which you admit to sharing fully, then you told her you couldn’t see her anymore?
When you put it like that. But it’s not simple.
Devyn, at this point, the woman owes you nothing because you’ve given her nothing. Stop being outraged and do the right thing here. She needs your protection, so protect her.
Devyn bristled. I would gladly do what you suggest, but I can’t find her damn house.
At that, Davido laughed telepathically and couldn’t seem to stop.
Finally, after what sounded like the troll was wiping his eyes and sniffing his nose, Davido said, My dearest wife left you a keyhole in the mist. Being fae and gifted, she knew you would need it. The aperture is fifty feet or so from the front sidewalk as you fly from the tall jacaranda tree in the parkway. You should find it at the pinnacle of the roofline. Once you locate it, use your hand like a key and you’ll be guided straight into Emily’s backyard. Don’t worry. Only you can access it. Again, my wife is very gifted.
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Emily thought it a very odd thing that she could see Devyn hovering above her house at least twenty feet above her backyard. It was clear he couldn’t see her, which meant Vojalie’s mist was doing its job.
But what was Devyn doing?
She still had her wineglass in hand and to her discredit it was almost empty. She was feeling it too, the weighty sensation in every muscle of her body. She’d drunk swiftly to arrive at exactly this lazy, content state. She turned to her right and settled the glass on her bookstand then shifted to stare outside once more.
Maybe Devyn wasn’t even there. Maybe she was imagining him. Of course, if she was going to have a fantasy about him, he shouldn’t have any clothes on at all, not a single scrap of fabric.
She giggled.
She thought about going back to the kitchen and refilling her glass. But now Devyn had flipped in the air on his stomach like he was flying like a bird.
What the hell?
She leaned forward. He was up to something. He had his right hand out in front of him. He kept wiggling it around, then suddenly, his hand went into the pink and green mist and kept going. His body followed.
