Heart Duel by Robin D Owens

Author:Robin D Owens [Owens, Robin D]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-19T00:22:59+00:00

"You hear, Tinne?"

"Yes." Tinne's face appeared as colorless as his hair, and Holm knew his brother had been violently ill.

T'Heather crossed to T'Culpeper and placed a hand on his daughter's forehead. "Ur is too weary to work further, even linked with a PerSun. I'll send her home by HealingHall glider." He swept a look around the room. "We all must conserve our energy until this is resolved. Even with additional PerSuns from Cayenne and with you Hollys providing life support, this case will be very difficult."

"The Apples will contribute strength, too," T'Holly added. "1 called her brother, the GrandLord." T'Holly stroked his Heart-Mate's hand. "No one wants to lose Passiflora." He choked and continued to caress his Lady.

T'Culpeper's mouth pinched. "I'll take Ur to T'Heather Residence, then port home from there to work on identifying the poison." He opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head and left at a quick pace with Ur in his arms.

T'Heather glanced at Holm. "There's a small cotspace just outside behind the green door. You can put Lark there until she wakens." The Healer sighed. 'This was her restday. No doubt she expended her energy instead of saving it to Heal. I'm surprised she did so well, but she's a consummate Healer."

When Holm thought how they'd "expended" energy, heat rose to his cheeks. Then he found Tinne studying them. Perhaps his father and T'Heather had been too preoccupied to notice, and T'Cayenne and T'Culpeper too unaware of Holm's character, but Tinne surely knew the difference between the touch of a lover and that of a courteous man. Holm held his woman like she was his, now and forever.

Tinne frowned and Holm noticed fine lines etching themselves in his younger brother's forehead. Lines that wouldn't fade after the feud ended. Holm wondered how the circumstances would age him, and his Bella.

He had a very bad feeling about how Lark would react to this tragedy, both as Healer and his enemy's daughter. T'Hawthorn was his enemy now, no doubt of that.

Holm nodded to the others and exited, carrying Lark to the cotspace. Though tiny, the room held only the finest furnishings: three layered Chinju rugs of dark, brilliant colors; a carved reddwood frame supporting a thick permamoss sponge and several covers of the softest llamawoolweave. A premier entertainmentspell whispered soothing tones and matched them to pastel colors tinting the walls. Holm smiled grimly, this was PrimaryHealing Hall. Such comforts weren't available in AllClass Healing Hall near Downwind, where Lark donated her time. That brought the recollection of the ball. His heart tightened in his chest so he could barely breathe.

Now, right now, he should be holding Lark in his arms, dancing, not cradling her after she dropped from exhaustion. He should be listening to his Mama's music and introducing Lark to his parents. Not wondering whether his Mama lived from one moment to the next and thinking how he might comfort his father.

He sat on the cot and buried his face in Lark's hair, inhaling her fragrance and roses.

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