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Jazz look around in desperation and her inner human woke up and took over. She screamed as loudly as she could. “Breslyn!”
Immediately Trevor was by her side. He always heard her. This time he was not the only one who heard her; half the field of Fae had heard her.
Finding Ete lying on the ground made him choke back a low growl of horror. He bent over her and slowly moved his hand about four inches above her face and then her torso in what Jazz instinctively knew was the healing mode. He whispered the ancient Danu words over and over again. Jazz breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ete move slightly.
Ete’s eyes fluttered open and she managed to utter in a cracked dry voice, “Breslyn…?” and then a flicker of pain crossed her lovely face and she whispered, “Trevor, my mind link, it isn’t working. You must find Breslyn for me.”
Trevor didn’t speak and Jazz saw the distress on his face as he took in the gravity of the situation. Ete wouldn’t call for Bres unless it was serious.
Jazz watched anxiously as Trev closed his eyes during the mind link process. Breslyn, Prince of Dagda was still out slashing about on the grassy upper field, getting rid of the stragglers the Dark Ones had left to die.
Suddenly Jazz felt the airwaves part as though something forceful had exploded into the atmosphere. Breslyn was there, down on his knees beside his mate. She saw his face and wanted to cry. He looked terrified.
“Ete,” his voice was a cry of desperation as he bent over her and brought his face to hers and begged, “Ete, Ete, Ete, what is it my love, my breath, my life, what is it?”
She opened her brilliant eyes again and said, “I am not certain, you must get me to the Queen at once my love, something is very wrong.”
He scooped her up as though she were no more than a featherweight child and was gone in the passing of a moment.
Trevor turned and found Danté at his back, joined immediately by Z who asked tremulously, “What has happened? Where did they go? What is wrong with Ete?”
“Ete collapsed that is all I know,” Jazz said looking at Trevor for an answer.
Z cursed and said, “Let’s make short work of the remaining bodies and get to her at once.”
Trevor looked at his brother and asked, “Danté?”
Danté shook his head. “I don’t know what this is. Do you think she came in contact with some Unseelie poison?” He sighed, “But Radzia is correct. Let us finish this and get back to Tir and the Queen, whom I am certain will get this under control.”
Princess Aida, Breslyn’s wayward but loyal sister arrived with her mate Desmond Lang, who was also Shee Willow’s father. Jazz looked at them curiously for she had only been told bits and pieces of their story. “What has happened? Tell me what has happened to my dearest Ete? What is wrong with Ete?” Aida demanded.
Danté shrugged and said, “We don’t know, let us clean up this mess so that we can all get to the Queen’s chambers and find out.”
It took the rest of them less than twenty minutes to sweep the rolling hills that led to the water’s edge clean of bodies, blood and guts.
And then all of them, including Shee Willow and Shayne Bantry shifted to the Queen’s private chambers to inquire after Ete.
What they saw upon their arrival was Ete, with her eyes closed as she lay on a settee. Prince Breslyn was on one knee beside her covering her delicate hand with kisses and Jazz was certain she saw a tear trickle down his handsome face.
Jazz turned to Trevor and put her head on his bare chest. She couldn’t bear it if anything was seriously wrong with Ete. She could see Breslyn would never recover from such a loss.
She knew that Ete was half Daoine Fae, half Seelie and that she was in line to be Queen should the Queen ever give up her post. She was…
This looked serious. She immediately looked at Frankie who was smiling, sitting on her knees beside Ete holding her hand. Why was Frankie smiling?
Jazz looked suspiciously at the two Queens who had suddenly embraced one another. All around her everyone began asking questions in hushed voices. And then Jazz clearly saw Aaibhe’s face. Tears flowed freely but the Queen’s face was filled with joy. Ete was going to be okay ,thought Jazz.
Jazz looked at Queen Mab and although she was still her cool reserved self, she saw an expression of pleasure curve her lips. There seemed to be something else going on here, but what?
Morgan LeBlanc arrived on the scene at that moment. The Milesian strode hard across the room and immediately took Aaibhe’s hand and put it to his lips.
Her first thought as she looked at the dark blond hunk, was that he was definitely worthy of the Queen’s attention. He was battle worn, covered still in dust, black blood and other things she didn’t want to think about, and yet he stood a regal warrior.
He blinked himself clean and met Aaibhe’s gaze with his own and everything about the two of them felt right to Jazz. Somewhere along the trip with this big hunk, she had traded a piece of herself for a piece of him. She sighed and again rubbed her face against Trevor’s chest.
Ete had to be okay she told herself. The Queen wouldn’t let anything happen to her successor. She just had to be okay.
Trevor held her tightly and she could feel his concern in his absolute silence as they waited.
