But then, he turned and looked right at Foster. “It’ll be good having you around more. I miss you, brother.”
“Miss you too, Puck.” Foster had always wished there was some way for them to be together.
Puck and Torque walked out and the soft snick of the door was deafening.
“You really want to go?” Axle asked.
“Will it help you?” Foster asked.
Axle nodded.
“Then, I want to go. C’mon, we have to do some smooth talking with the queen and get ready to go.” Foster thought he would need a lot of smooth talking if they were going to leave during the gathering. The queen liked her entire court present for the occasion.
Two hours later, Foster and Axle stood before the queen as she scrutinized the two of them. They had asked to leave, and the other Seelie stood in silence, waiting for the queen’s response. Except, she just pursed her lips as if she was mulling over all the details and not willing to share them out loud.
Foster was used to it, so he stood still, silent and waiting. Axle, on the other hand, fidgeted, began biting a thumb nail and had a bead of sweat running down his temple. Foster reached over and grabbed his hand for support.
“Go, but Axle isn’t to be out of your sight except for the therapy sessions.” Queen Titania looked over at Axle. “Can you handle someone watching over you all the time? Hell, I don’t want you taking a piss without Foster nearby.”
Axle seemed a little taken back from the last comment as Foster watched his eyes widen.
Axle cleared his throat before answering. “I’m okay with that as long as I can go talk to someone.”
“Then, get ready to leave.” Queen Titania got up and walked over to the volleyball court, completely dismissing them.
She waited until a few Seelie joined her and then served the volleyball. Queen Titania played as if her decision wasn’t one of immense importance to Foster and Axle. However, as he stood staring at her with his jaw practically to the ground from her lack of care, he saw her wink and smile at him. The Seelie queen would always be a mystery to him.
Foster grabbed Axle’s hand. “You ready to get started? We have a lot to do today.”
Axle straightened his shoulders as if he was getting ready for battle. In a way, he was.
Chapter Nine
Four mortal years later
Axle was running out of the building at top speed. After having his last therapy session, he ran over to the lime green Lotus that was waiting for him in the parking lot. Once inside, Axle leaned over and gave Foster a chaste kiss. Then, Foster shifted it into gear, and they blew out of the parking lot.
“We’ve only got fifteen minutes before it starts.” Axle tapped his knuckles on the dash as Foster took a left at sixty. Fuck!
“We’ll make it.” Foster drove with a calm ease. Axle would have had the sports car around a telephone pole by now. Pesky fae.
Axle tightened his tie that he had loosened during his session. He was so happy that they'd made the decision to come back to the mortal realm. The therapy had helped, and now, he felt better equipped to go back over to the fae realm without feeling like he was drowning.
His relationship with his brother had been strained for the first year there. There was no way around it. Axle had broken Torque’s trust, but Axle worked his ass off at bridging that gap, and he couldn’t have done it if Torque hadn’t eventually reached back. He was lucky his brother was willing to forgive him and loved him enough to give him a second chance.
Now, they'd spent many hours discussing what happened and how much their lives had changed for the better. Their mates had stuck by them and supported them every step of the way. Axle loved the hell out of Foster for all his support.
Even Puck had grown on him…well, more like a fungus, but he still loved the asshole. Axle got to witness how well Puck treated Torque, and in the last couple of years, the four of them had grown tight while living
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