Escaping Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #3)

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” I replied honestly.

He smiled softly. “It’s the hormones. Normally they wouldn’t be this bad, as you haven’t been through your second heat cycle yet. The hormones can be worse in a newly Transitioned Fae. I tried to explain that to Kier as well, but he thought it better we not include that. You had enough pressure already on your slim shoulders. Fae pregnancy in the first heat cycle is rare, and yet we’d held hope that you would be different. You are, lucky for us.”

“I thought the plan was for me and Adam to have a child right away?”

“Plans usually are grand when they start out. We only hoped you would be able to, Synthia; hope is all we have left. You are different, though, as you can see. It is very possible that you could have done exactly as they had planned for you and young Adam. The only downside is that you are a newborn in our world and your newly found senses will be overwhelming for a while.”

“Great, so basically, I’m going to become a freaking water faucet!” I asked, drying the tears—or trying to. Poor Eliran patted my hand and made promises to return later. He looked a little uncomfortable and almost tripped over himself to get out of the room and away from me, and I didn’t blame him. I felt unlike myself, and now at least I had a reason for why I felt the way I did.

I’m not sure how much time had passed when Ristan came in slowly, as if he were afraid of what he would find. I looked up with puffy red eyes and started crying again.

“Well shit, Flower. Never took you for the sissy type,” he said, as he sat beside me on the bed and pulled me close to his shoulder. His dark blue button down shirt got an immediate soaking. At least he looked the same; the only thing different was a gold medallion on a thin chain around his neck that had the same design that was on the mark Ryder had given to me of the two dragons on the Celtic cross. This made me cry harder.

“It’s his fault!” I cried.

“Takes two to play hide the snake in the cave,” he replied.

“Hide the snake in the cave!?” I blinked, before I started laughing.

“That’s my girl,” he said with his shoulders shaking from suppressed laughter.

“This is crazy, Ristan. I didn’t ask for any of this. I’m not ready to be a mom,” I said, wiping at my eyes.

“I don’t think anyone is ever ready. You will be used to the idea when the child comes. He will be very protected, and cherished.”

“Who says it’s not a girl?” I asked, pulling away from his shoulder.

“The vision,” he said.

“The one with me having Adam’s baby? Yeah right, like I’m going to buy that crap. No offense.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Sometimes I don’t know whether Danu hates me, or if she just likes screwing with my head. Either way, she’s a bitch. If I got a choice in the visions, I’d have you married, and in my bed so fast your sexy little puffy eyes would roll.” He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed my cheek. “Now, Flower, no more chasing off the boys with tears. You’re so much more badass than tears, at least send em running from punches.”

“Ryder didn’t come for me. He said he would last night,” I replied ignoring his comment.

“He was otherwise busy. He has a lot to do, now that he is King,” he explained.

“He promised, and Claire said they had plans together?”

“That’s doubtful since he was with me, and we were doing Court business that ran much longer than it should have as far as I am concerned.”

“So Claire can lie?” I asked, wondering why she could and I couldn’t.

“No, but she’s a lot older and excels at word play.”

“Is Ryder going to grow tired of me?” I wasn’t sure why I’d asked, but I had a feeling Ristan wouldn’t lie to me.

Ristan turned to look at me closely. “Is that what you think? He went fucking crazy when you were taken. He went berserk and took the throne when we could have easily gotten you away from the Blood Realm, but he couldn’t wait to get you back. He wouldn’t even give us a day to make a plan and see it out. You really think he’s going to just lock you in the pavilion and take someone else?”

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