‘You can’t hide in here forever. You should know the cure hasn’t worked. She still sleeps.’
Croenda pulled off the heavy hooded robe. There was no answer. Sighing, she walked into her living room and looked at the hunched figure beside the fire.
‘Did you hear what I said?’ she asked again.
‘Yes, I heard you.’
Orlson lifted his face from his hands. A blanket covered his wings and body. Croenda had been surprised when she had found him through her dreams. Her gypsy gift had helped release him from the psyrens’ hold. She had dreamed that he was in need and she had gone to find him. It had been risky bringing him back to Zilva, but something had told her that his place was there and the princess needed him.
Admitting defeat was something she had not wanted to do. She loved him with all her heart, yet it had always been the princess that claimed his. Orlson’s bond had been more than what he wore on his arm, it stretched to his heart. Her own had been touched by the spectacle witnessed when the princess had been returned and now all she wanted was to do what was right.
‘Well? What are you going to do about it?’
‘What can I do?’ he asked.
‘Show me your arm.’
Orlson looked up at her. ‘Why?’ Sighing, Croenda went to him and grabbed his arm. ‘What you doing?’ he snapped
She pulled at his sleeve showing that his commitment band was still intact.
‘Prince Xander and his fae have shared a kiss and the band that he wears has broken, as has Bri’s.’
Orlson rose from his chair. ‘What does that mean?’ he asked.
‘It means that you need to come out of hiding and face them all.’
Chapter Thirty-One
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