Room for Three: A Magical Polyamory (Monsters of Veridia) by Silvana Falcon

Author:Silvana Falcon [Falcon, Silvana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Nine

Jamie lay unconscious on the healing bed, his breathing shallow but stable. The wound in his side had been the worst—a jagged tear where flying debris had caught him—but the store had provided herbs with remarkable healing properties.

The bleeding had stopped, though fever still flushed the human's skin.

Azelon dipped a cloth in cool water and placed it on Jamie's forehead, his fingers lingering for a moment on the human's temple.

Three days of this vigil had worn Azelon thin.

Three days since the attack, since Corin's power had exploded beyond control, since Jamie had thrown himself into harm's way with reckless courage.

Three days of watching both Jamie and Corin suffer, neither fully present.

The door creaked open behind him. He didn't need to turn to know who stood there.

"Is he any better?" Corin's voice was small, nothing like his usual theatrical tones.

"His fever persists," Azelon replied, not looking up. "But his wounds are healing."

Corin hovered in the doorway, not daring to enter. The fae had spent most of the past days locked in his room, emerging only to check on Jamie before retreating again.

"Can I..." Corin's voice faltered. "Can I come in?"

Azelon turned then, studying Corin. His amber eyes dulled with exhaustion, shoulders hunched as if bearing an invisible weight.

Concern tugged at Azelon.

"Are you stable?" he asked.

Corin nodded, though his fingers trembled at his sides. "I haven't projected anything since... since it happened."

Azelon sighed. "Come in, then. But stay by the door."

Corin slipped into the room, keeping his distance from the bed as instructed. His gaze fixed on Jamie's still form, guilt washing over his features.

"I did this," he whispered.

"We all failed," Azelon corrected, wringing out the cloth and reapplying it to Jamie's forehead. "I promised I could contain your projection. I was wrong."

"Don't." Corin's voice cracked. "Don't try to share this. It's my fault. My powers. My lack of control."

Azelon moved to a shelf of medicinal herbs, selecting leaves. "Self-pity serves no one."

"It's not self-pity, it's the truth." Anger flashed across Corin's face, the first real emotion beyond guilt he'd shown in days. The air in the room thickened slightly, the first hint of his projection emerging. "You've been telling me for months how dangerous I am."

"Control yourself," Azelon warned.

"See?" Corin laughed, the sound jagged with pain. "Even now, even when I'm trying to accept responsibility…"

A soft groan from the bed silenced him. Jamie stirred, eyelids fluttering though they didn't open.

Azelon was at his side instantly, one hand on Jamie's wrist to monitor his pulse. "Jamie?"

Jamie's lips moved, forming words too faint to hear. Azelon leaned closer.

"The store," Jamie mumbled. "Is it safe?"

Something tightened in Azelon's chest. "The store is fine," he assured him. "It's repairing itself. The creatures are gone."

Jamie's eyes opened briefly, unfocused with fever. "Corin?"

Azelon hesitated, glancing toward the doorway. Corin stood frozen, tension radiating from him.

"Corin is here," Azelon finally said. "He's unharmed."

Relief softened Jamie's features. "Good," he murmured, eyes slipping closed again. "That's good."

Azelon straightened, turning to find Corin moving closer despite his earlier warning.

"He asked for me," Corin whispered, wonder mixing with the guilt in his voice.

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