Ansleigh's Grotto by J.T. Cheyanne

Author:J.T. Cheyanne [Cheyanne, J.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laz & Lachi Publications
Published: 2015-01-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

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“What do you mean he isn't here?” Ansleigh struggled to lower his voice. He'd been out all day hunting the UnSeelie who threatened them. He'd found each of the possible mounds with Sterling's guidance and stumbled upon two more. Whoever lurked in his Grotto had a well thought out plan. No area was safe from possible threat, and Dylan was in the middle of the trap. Alone. At dusk.

“He was in with the tailor,” Silas explained. “Those sprites you set as his guardians were up to their usual antics and knocked the Waterford Seahorse vase off of the side table.”

“And you thought the piece of glass more valuable than Dylan?” Ansleigh barked.

“I will excuse that because you are exhausted.” Silas glared at him. “I was only out of the room a few minutes, and when I returned, the tailor and Dylan were gone.”

Ansleigh felt the blood drain from his face. He knew Adrian Garner. The man devoured the gay population. He was charming enough and never mistreated anyone. Very upfront about the no strings, he'd wined and dined more men than Ansleigh could name plant varieties. Dylan was too smart to fall for the guy, or even consider a date. Wasn't he? Did last night mean nothing to him? Whether it did or not, Ansleigh couldn't leave him out in the world where danger prowled.

“Grail! Shea!” He bellowed and received a cuff to the side of the head and another glare from Silas.

“They promised to stay with him didn't they? Where ever he's gone off to, the sprites are with him,” Silas groused. “His car is still here so he hasn't left the Grotto. Can't you sense him?”

Ansleigh concentrated and got a very low murmur of Dylan's beautiful music. “He's there, but faintly. What if he left with Garner?” Ansleigh asked. “He could be anywhere.”

“Oh ye of such little faith,” Silas protested. “He turned the man down flat when he asked if he needed a date to the Spring Gala, told him he already had one.” Silas's eyes gleamed. “You. Which means, you best be finding that tuxedo you hate so much. Can't disappoint the Cosantoir.”

Relief rushed through Ansleigh, quickly followed by guilt. When would he learn to trust Dylan? “I'm going to head out to the Grotto. If he's on foot, he's out there somewhere. I just hope our UnSeelie watcher doesn't visit before I find him. If he comes back and I'm not with him, send one of the sprites to let me know.”

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Dylan came awake with a start and glanced around him in surprise. The sights and smells of the forest registered while his sleep fuzzed brain cleared. A slight smile tilted his lips. He'd fallen asleep watching the small critters scurry about their busy little lives. Not surprising after the strenuous night of play with Leigh. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he suppressed a yawn. When he opened his eyes again, he realized just how late it had gotten.

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