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were a truth that she never betrayed.
Even when she could not be by my side, my mother was in my heart.
Shaking off the nostalgia, I turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Robin stood eerily still in the foggy room, eyes glowing with an inner light.
“One day,” he said hoarsely. “You will hold our babes and sing that to them.”
He turned on his heel and walked out of the room leaving me to dress. With the look of determination in that Fae’s eyes, Dia may be facing motherhood sooner than she had planned.
I couldn’t help the wolfish grin that crossed my face. I was looking forward to it.
*****
Robin was waiting in the bedroom when I walked in a few minutes later. A towel hung low around my waist and I ran another one through my hair. I watched him patiently while I wrung out the excess drops. When a Faery became pensive, all you could do was wait. They held the market on taking their time.
There were clothes laid out on the bed, thankfully. My lips curled slightly at the thought of my other set. They were stained from the mass orgasm Oberon had instigated.
It just showed how tired we were that we crashed in soaked trousers. The memory caused a chuckle to bubble up when I picked up the new trousers.
The sound must have intrigued Robin because he looked at me quizzically and arched an eyebrow.
“Want to share,” he asked.
I smiled and laughed openly. “Yeah, we must have been drained to pass out in our dirty clothes. I mean there is the wet spot, but then there’s 'the' wet spot,” I waggled my brows at him.
“I wonder how long we slept? It felt like a week.” I stretched my arms over my head until several pops ran down my back.
“I feel great, Robin. It’s almost like all the lost sleep and stress of the past few years has finally been washed away. Is that a Fae thing?”
Robin rubbed his chin as he contemplated me. Damn, that made me nervous. I just knew he was going to tell me something I wouldn’t like.
“We slept longer than you would believe, puppy. There was a large amount of magic and energy used to generate the gift that Oberon gave.”
I sat on the bed, I may need the support for the answer, I thought. “How long?” I asked.
Robin laughed at my concerned expression. An Alpha did not show panic. “Not that long, puppy. Don’t worry, you are not Rip Van Winkle, nor will a century have passed when we return. In all honesty I do not know an exact time, but from my guess I would say four and a half to five days,” he shrugged. “Saying that, next to no time has passed in London. Dianthe will still be on her date with Daniel. Time is a funny thing in the Faery mounds.”
“I don’t understand,” I shook my head. How fucking confusing could the Fae make things? “I thought we were in Fae and travelled through the mounds to get here? When we were with Oberon and in the palace was that all in the mounds as well?”
“No,” Robin patiently explained.
“My chambers as well as Oberon’s are here in this particular mound. Think of it as a bolt hole. Time does move differently in Fae than Earth. They are two different realms, almost a parallel universe.
"The mounds are gateways between those universes and a place out of time.” He thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. “The Tardis,” Robin exclaimed.
“The Tardis,” I demanded. “What does the Tardis have to do with anything? We are scarcely the fucking Doctor and his companion!” This was getting ridiculous now.
“Hardly,” drawled Robin. “However, you would make a fine companion.”
“Oh hells no, mate. If anyone is going to be the companion, it’s going to be you. I stood and pretended to twiddle an imaginary screwdriver. I have Doctor written all over me. I’ll tell you what though,” I smirked at him. “If you like, I’m more than happy to call you Rose.”
Robin fell back on the bed holding his sides with laughter. He began to howl like an idiot before yelling out “Bad Wolf! Bad
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