Isela didn't let her go.
Masaru nodded. "We need to go, Isela-hime. Let's go home."
She nodded in return, holding Priscilla tighter as they went to the car, not letting her go even as they bundled into the backseat. Isela held her as Masaru drove them back to the house, just feeling relief.
Priscilla was safe.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Chapter 17
Isela held Priscilla as Masaru drew a bath, curled up on the couch. "Are you okay?" she whispered, pushing back a piece of Priscilla's short dark hair from her face. Her feet ached, bandaged expertly by Masaru but still having been sliced open when she saved Priscilla.
"She wanted to kill me to summon… that," Priscilla whispered in horror, her words still slow and syrupy from the drug. "I knew I had some power, but I thought it just meant I could make contracts with powerful Fae. I didn't think that meant that I could summon… that."
"Don't think about that," she told her quietly, the words spoken into her hair.
"But-"
Isela hugged her tighter. "Don't think about it. Everything's okay now. You're alive."
"But that thing- it's still-"
"It's gone." She pressed a kiss to Priscilla's hair. "Everything's okay."
Priscilla turned a little, her eyes searching her face. "Are you sure?"
"Hime-sama."
Both of them looked up at Masaru's voice, watching as he bowed. "The bath is ready."
Priscilla turned, looking at Isela. "I… Isela, we… you didn't have to come help me, you know."
She shook her head. "Priscilla, you know that's not true. I had to. I-" Isela swallowed. "I've always wanted to make sure you're okay. I wouldn't have let you go."
"There's been something between us for a while, hasn't there?" Priscilla took a deep breath. "I've felt it for a while, even before all this happened. I wanted to keep you out of this, wanted… to keep you happy."
Isela shook her head. "Priscilla… no matter what it is, we need to talk about it when you're not drugged. I need to make sure what you're saying is actually true and not drug induced lesbianism. And a bath's going to make you feel better after everything that happened anyway."
"I don't want to let you go."
"I don't either," Isela whispered. "Just… can we talk about this more when you're not high as a kite?"
Priscilla smiled wryly. "Nothing's going to change about this, Isela. But sure. We can talk about this when I'm not drugged." She stood, making her way down the hall to the bathroom.
Masaru came up beside Isela, bowing slightly. "You are the first the Lady has seen as equal to hime-sama," he told her quietly. "She has seen it that hime-sama cares for you as much as you care for her. Her feelings for you will not change when the drug is out of her system."
"I just… want it to start on the right foot. And if that means taking an extra day so Priscilla is sober first, then that's okay." Isela sighed. "Anyway. She was just almost sacrificed. I wouldn't want to let her go even if she decided against a relationship when she's sober anyway. She-"
"Means a lot to you."
"Yeah."
Masaru smiled a little. "I understand."
Isela looked down the hall. "If she still feels the same in the morning…"
"Of course."
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"Good morning."
Priscilla grunted around her black coffee as Isela poured herself a cup, getting herself some creamer. "I called out," Isela told her conversationally, fixing her coffee and taking a sip. "Lawrence understood, and said he was taking today off too, considering the attack on Leanan Sidhe. He also understood that you're taking today off too."
Another grunt.
"If you want to, we can get breakfast. I know of a chain that has great tacos and menudo…"
Priscilla wrinkled up her nose.
"Ooooooor we could do Cracker Barrel you heathen."
That made her grin and take another sip of coffee.
Isela grinned back, sipping her own coffee. After a moment, she said, "About Kelpie… I don't feel her anymore. So I guess you were right?" She shifted a little, not sure if she was right or not. She didn't know what had happened. It was the only thing that made sense, though.
Silence stretched between them as they drank their coffee.
"So, um…" Priscilla's still sleepy voice broke through the air. "About last night…"
"Yes?" Isela's hand tightened on the handle of the mug slightly.
"I was serious. The drugs weren't talking. That was me."
Isela smiled as relief filled her, putting down her mug. She walked over to Priscilla, guiding her to put down her mug as well. "I hoped it was."
Priscilla smiled as well as the two of them kissed. Against her lips, she whispered, "It's about time, Isela."
"Shut up and kiss me."
She shut up and kissed her.
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