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to the bed, I kneel next to Xandra. I begin my own share of shouting, begging and pleading. Kegan is doing the same, but not to Xandra. He wants to get Alita downstairs where she will be less affected by Xandra’s magic. She refuses to leave her friend’s side. She is nothing if not loyal. My frustrated cousin will not be getting her to move any time soon.
As for Xandra, I get no more response than Alita did. No part of her moves except the slight rise of her chest with each shallow breath and her eyes, indicating that she is still dreaming. I even try kissing her again, but my ego takes another hit on that one.
“How about poking her with a pin or something?” Kegan says.
I scowl at him but it is not a bad idea. Pain is a powerful weapon. I create a sharp pin with my magic, hoping hers will let it go unnoticed as it is such a small amount. Taking a deep breath, I poke Xandra in the arm. Hard. Again, I brace myself for having her magic burn through me and again it does not. Neither did the pin cause a reaction from Xandra.
You could try a spot that is more tender,” Alita says. Just saying the words makes her feel guilty and blood rushes to her cheeks. At least she has a little bit of color now. “Maybe her abdomen?”
Why not. I am willing to try almost anything at this point. I pull back the covers, making sure she is decently clad, and then press the pin into the skin of her abdomen. It makes me cringe when it has sunk a good half inch into her soft belly, but it does not make her do anything. I pull the pin out and let the magic holding it go. I tug the covers back over her and rest my forehead on her arm. What do we do now?
Reading my mind, Kegan says, “All we can do is wait.”
Wait. What torture that word brings now. I always considered myself a patient Fairy. But waiting for Xandra has turned out to be one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced. Whether it is waiting for her to return from the Shadow realm, or waiting for her to fight Witches on her own, or waiting for her to regain consciousness over and over again. I wait in the grip of fear, afraid each time she will not come back to me.
I do not know how long I have been sitting like this when Alita says, “Kallen, come lie next to her.” When I look up, she is already standing. Kegan is holding her tightly as they make their way to one of the chairs.
Sighing, I nod and move to the other side of the bed and crawl on top of it, lying down next to Xandra. I pull her close, her head lying on my chest, and I stroke her silky black hair. Here I am again. Waiting. I am confident that each second I spend waiting for her is a second shaved from my life expectancy.
Chapter 7
Despite the magical vice grip we are in, and despite the insane amount of anxiety I feel, I somehow manage to fall into a light slumber. I am occasionally jolted awake by the sound of a tree being pushed out of our way, but then my eyes close again and I am back in a twilight sleep. I do not know how much time has passed when suddenly a new sensation wakes me up. Xandra is moving!
She rolls onto her back and kicks away the blanket covering her. Finally. I am confident she will awaken now. Shaking her, I say loudly, “Xandra, wake up. You have to wake up.”
She opens her eyes slowly and blinks in the bright light of the room. “I’m awake,” she mumbles, though I can tell she is still half asleep.
The carriage comes to a halt. It stops because Xandra’s magic is pulled back through her and sent back to the earth. I sit back in relief and run a hand through my tangled hair. I take several deep breaths trying to calm my body and mind. I have to let it sink in that she is okay. A quick look at the clock tells me how late it is; how many hours off course we
As for Xandra, I get no more response than Alita did. No part of her moves except the slight rise of her chest with each shallow breath and her eyes, indicating that she is still dreaming. I even try kissing her again, but my ego takes another hit on that one.
“How about poking her with a pin or something?” Kegan says.
I scowl at him but it is not a bad idea. Pain is a powerful weapon. I create a sharp pin with my magic, hoping hers will let it go unnoticed as it is such a small amount. Taking a deep breath, I poke Xandra in the arm. Hard. Again, I brace myself for having her magic burn through me and again it does not. Neither did the pin cause a reaction from Xandra.
You could try a spot that is more tender,” Alita says. Just saying the words makes her feel guilty and blood rushes to her cheeks. At least she has a little bit of color now. “Maybe her abdomen?”
Why not. I am willing to try almost anything at this point. I pull back the covers, making sure she is decently clad, and then press the pin into the skin of her abdomen. It makes me cringe when it has sunk a good half inch into her soft belly, but it does not make her do anything. I pull the pin out and let the magic holding it go. I tug the covers back over her and rest my forehead on her arm. What do we do now?
Reading my mind, Kegan says, “All we can do is wait.”
Wait. What torture that word brings now. I always considered myself a patient Fairy. But waiting for Xandra has turned out to be one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced. Whether it is waiting for her to return from the Shadow realm, or waiting for her to fight Witches on her own, or waiting for her to regain consciousness over and over again. I wait in the grip of fear, afraid each time she will not come back to me.
I do not know how long I have been sitting like this when Alita says, “Kallen, come lie next to her.” When I look up, she is already standing. Kegan is holding her tightly as they make their way to one of the chairs.
Sighing, I nod and move to the other side of the bed and crawl on top of it, lying down next to Xandra. I pull her close, her head lying on my chest, and I stroke her silky black hair. Here I am again. Waiting. I am confident that each second I spend waiting for her is a second shaved from my life expectancy.
Chapter 7
Despite the magical vice grip we are in, and despite the insane amount of anxiety I feel, I somehow manage to fall into a light slumber. I am occasionally jolted awake by the sound of a tree being pushed out of our way, but then my eyes close again and I am back in a twilight sleep. I do not know how much time has passed when suddenly a new sensation wakes me up. Xandra is moving!
She rolls onto her back and kicks away the blanket covering her. Finally. I am confident she will awaken now. Shaking her, I say loudly, “Xandra, wake up. You have to wake up.”
She opens her eyes slowly and blinks in the bright light of the room. “I’m awake,” she mumbles, though I can tell she is still half asleep.
The carriage comes to a halt. It stops because Xandra’s magic is pulled back through her and sent back to the earth. I sit back in relief and run a hand through my tangled hair. I take several deep breaths trying to calm my body and mind. I have to let it sink in that she is okay. A quick look at the clock tells me how late it is; how many hours off course we
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