Gerall's Festivus Bride by Rebekah R Ganiere

Author:Rebekah R Ganiere [Ganiere, Rebekah R]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781633000469
Publisher: Fallen Angel Press
Published: 2019-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

A half-fae. It explained a lot. Her slightly more than beautiful face. The grace in the way she moved. Her gentle yet stubborn nature. The way she feared letting anyone too close. And Gerall warmed at the knowledge that it wasn’t just that she didn’t want him.

He tried pushing to his feet but slipped and fell again, his head too light to think straight. His stomach ached from the wound, though Eloa had been able to close it. The muscles burned every time he breathed, shooting pain up over his chest. But at least the bleeding had stopped. He wouldn’t admit it to Eloa, but he hadn’t been so sure he would make it until she brought back his brothers. If she hadn’t closed the wound… who knew what might have happened.

Having grown up in Westfall, he couldn’t believe that Eloa had learned much about how to use her magick. Not like those who lived in Ville DeFee. How lonely she had to have been these last months since her father’s death. Being all alone in a town where she feared being outed at every turn. How frightened she must have been. And yet, still so strong.

Footsteps raced his direction, and Gerall grabbed the knife, gripping it tight. Three men ran around the mill, and he brandished the blade, but it was just his brothers and Adrian. Flint ran to his side, and he and Adrian helped Gerall to his feet.

“Are you all right?” asked Flint, his eyes searching Gerall’s face through his red glasses.

“I’ll be fine.”

“What happened?” demanded Jamen.

“I believe I found a link to what’s been going on in Westfall. We just need to question him.” Flint and Adrian helped him walk as Jamen checked on Charlie. “Where’s Eloa?”

“With Zelle and Scarlet. She’s covered in your blood, so they wrapped her in a blanket and took her to the carriage. They should be here any minute.”

Gerall needed to get her out of Westfall. At least for the night, he needed to know she was somewhere safe.

Flint pressed his hand to Gerall’s stomach, making him wince. “You’re not bleeding.”

He shook his head. “She healed me. Or at least closed the wound.”

Flint nodded. “Zelle said she was special. Fae?”

“Half,” Gerall replied.

“We need to get moving,” said Jamen. “This guy isn’t going to stay out for long.”

Adrian released Gerall and walked to Charlie. “I’ll take him to the road outside town. Meet me there.”

“Are you sure?” asked Jamen. “This isn’t your problem.”

Adrian sniffed Charlie. “I have a feeling this is directly related to my problem.”

Flint nodded. “We’ll meet you in twenty minutes.”

Adrian hefted Charlie over his shoulders and headed back toward the pond.

“That’s a long trek heading back through the woods,” said Gerall.

Flint shifted Gerall’s weight on his shoulder, and Jamen came up the other side and helped out. “He knows what he’s doing.”

Gerall shook his head. “I feel like a baby letting you two help me.”

“Trust me,” said Jamen. “You’ve carried us plenty of times. It’s good to finally see you aren’t perfect.

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