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Ere’s gaze met his.
“Thank you,” he uttered deeply, his eyes conveying a wealth of emotions behind those two simple words.
Sai inclined his head in acknowledgement and stepped back, while the others gathered around once more, debating what to do next to heal Sorin.
He would make the acquaintance of these strangers later, as well as others, over the next day or so that he stayed at the Pure Ones’ base.
Rain, the healer. Valerius, her Mate and the Pure Ones’ lead warrior. Sophia, the Queen, and her Mate, Dalair, who was also her personal protector.
Ayelet and Tristan. Aella and Cloud. There were humans too, with special powers, that he couldn’t recall. Someone named Adam, and a woman named Liv. Those were the only names he could retain.
Mostly, he spent his time with Ere, sitting together in mutually comforting silence or chatting. Ere did most of the talking in that case, and Sai was happy simply to listen.
On the second night, in the wee hours of dawn, Ere said, “I will miss you when you go. How long will it be before you can come back? How do I know that youcancome back?”
“I will,” Sai answered.
“Have faith.”
“And you’ll bring your Mate with you next time?” his brother inquired with a rare twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes. I will never part from her again,” Sai vowed.
“I can’t wait to meet her. Your Brigid. She sounds like a fascinating woman.”
“She is magical,” was all Sai said.
It was all that needed to be said.
Ere sighed and tried not to look too forlorn. In that moment, he reminded Sai of Rai. The look of a little boy missing his friend, wanting to play despite his obvious exhaustion.
“We will find a way to bring Sorin back,” he promised, clapping a reassuring hand on Ere’s shoulder.
He had avoided giving promises while he was here. But he could see that Ere needed the words.
And now that Sai comprehended the boundless power of love, he truly believed in what he said. Surely, between all of them—the Pure Ones and their allies, three dragon brothers and one fairy queen—they would find a way.
Ere nodded as a look of determination settled over his face.
“Good night, then, brother dear,” he bade.
“Good night,” Sai replied.
“Sweet dreams,” Ere added with a mischievous smile.
Sai grinned in return and practiced using a phrase he learned from Ben.
“Oh indeed. Abso-fucking-lutely.”
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Victorian England. Rathbourne Place, Pimlico, London. Last Ball of the Season.
“What a coup! Lady Rathbourne must be pleased!” the woman to Brigid’s left said in an awed whisper.
The woman on her right vigorously nodded her head, wobbling her double chin.
“She must be over the moon,” the lady agreed, leaning over Brigid to confer with her neighbor.
