“Seya? I did not expect to see you back here,” [Zan] said. He frowned after Rheta’s swiftly retreating form. “And fighting in front of my gate again.”
“Yeah, well. Had to bring you a thank you gift, didn’t I.” Seya said, gesturing to Nemone.
So, uh, here’s the long awaited(?) chapter 22. I’m going to stop apologizing for letting this hellscape of a year kick my ass. I am trying, it’s just hard to proof these chapters when I can barely get myself out of bed. And my rare bouts of useful energy are all being directed at keeping the enormous number of plants I’ve acquired since March alive, since to do otherwise would be a huge waste of money. Speaking of which, I have to go water all those succulent props in my studio if I want them to survive to be sale-worthy next year.
In case you thought I was joking about the plants…
Three more days, Seya thought as she found herself at the window once again, searching for a small, furtive figure that wasn’t there.
Two and a half days, now—she had whiled the morning away, tense and restless, looking for something to do besides sit around worrying and imagining the worst. “What were you thinking, offering to help some damn brat kid when you can’t even help yourself?” she scolded herself out loud as she was cleaning the apartment. “Idiot.”
Brace yourselves, guys, it’s gonna be a real long day for everyone. Content warning for evidence of child abuse. Read the chapter here!
Jayen sighed impatiently and lowered his shields, his hand closing over Vico’s arm as he felt the other man’s presence sifting through the clan bond, sinking into his aura. It felt much like a healer’s touch, except Vico’s presence felt warm and achingly familiar. And irritated. And…affectionate? Jayen dismissed the notion. Vico had done this for him before, checking his aural signature after particularly bad fights and magical disasters, and he had never been able to discern anything like feelings before. Still, it was a pleasant fantasy. Almost as good as the real thing. It was hard not to indulge in a small bit of fantasy when Vico was staring into his eyes so intently.
Jayen arrived promptly at seven forty-five to ferry Seya and Vico to the Halcyon clinic for her checkup the next morning. Vico was prepared to fend off his attempts at flirtation, as he had since that day in the Mediations office—Jayen was nothing if not persistent—but he was in almost constant communication with the security detail at Bretinne. It was…rather disappointing, actually, even though Vico had been the one trying to maintain some distance. He shook his head, exasperated at his own weakness.
Ok, my lovely readers (if I actually have any), I’m attempting to set up as many chapters ahead of time as I can with the rest of my vacation. Spent most of it reading And messing about with my plants. :)