Chapter Eight #2
Damien stopped walking and turned to face her.
“Ah, you think we are getting the short end of the stick? We are very blessed to have our Hearts’ Love in Jenna.
It wouldn’t matter if Fate decided I was to have a mate by myself or if I were to share her as I do.
Love is all-encompassing, Starla. It’s the same as when parents have children.
Your heart can hold more love than for only one child.
It is the same for me and Lucas with Jenna.
When I am with her alone or sharing her with my twin, I feel complete.
I have no doubt she and Lucas feel the same.
Love isn’t linear, sweet Starla. What our love looks like doesn’t necessarily mean yours will be the same.
You have to trust yourself and your heart to know best. Just because Scepter hurt you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t allow yourself to try again.
There’s a song that Jenna sings all the time.
Mind you, if you repeat this, I’ll deny ever saying it, but the song says something about if at first you don’t succeed, you dust yourself off and try again. ”
“I totally heard you, my love. Good evening, Starla. I trust my gorgeous mate hasn’t freaked you out too much?” Jenna asked. She stood in the alcove of the main castle-like home with Lucas’s arms wrapped securely around her.
The love shining in Jenna’s purple eyes as she watched the male next to Starla striding toward her made Starla smile. The genuine happiness she felt surprised her. Not that she wasn’t one who couldn’t find joy in others' pleasure, but she’d gotten used to flinching lately. Gah, she’d been a hater.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted.
Jenna tilted her head to the side. “For what?”
She waved her hand between them. “Until recently, I guess I didn’t like seeing all the love.”
“Don’t do it, Jennaveve,” Damien said, kissing his mate as he walked around her.
“What? What are you talking about?” Jenna batted her lashes.
Lucas turned Jenna in his arms, following Damien into the large kitchen, leaving Starla to come inside.
She knew what Damien referred to. Jenna tended to break into song whenever someone spoke, finding lyrics that somehow matched the words spoken.
Seriously, it fascinated Starla, and somehow Jenna’s penchant for song lyrics had rubbed off on her.
She had a feeling Aurora was going to kill her when she returned and started belting out songs at odd times. She couldn’t wait.
The next day, Starla got up and showered. She looked around the beautiful cottage house she’d called home for what felt like...well, years.
She walked up the stairs beside the bed.
As Jenna said, the décor changed over time.
The room became lighter and brighter, as if realizing she, too, was lighter in spirit.
She looked over the balcony at the large bed below.
If she’d been blessed with a mate, they’d have never left that room.
Starla sighed and turned back toward the balcony doors.
The day, like most days on Fey, was going to be beautiful.
The weather she found was always a perfect mid-seventies with a nice breeze that made you want to sit outside and bask in the morning rays or settle in for the evening.
On Earth, people would talk about the perfect weather and how Hawaii would be the place to be.
They had no clue that an entire realm actually existed with perfect weather all day and night.
“And here I am, planning to return to a world where the weather was shit on many days.” She leaned against the railing, staring out at the rising suns. “I’m obviously a batshit crazy female. Maybe I should’ve taken Damien up on the medical checkup.”
A gust of wind made several of the majestic trees in the gardens sway.
She looked up to the sky, expecting to see Lula’s pink dragon.
Instead, her eyes widened at the enormous black dragon soaring across the horizon.
A pink dragon that resembled Lula’s followed close behind it, but there was something that Starla sensed differed from her friend’s aura in the latter one.
The duo twirled together in a clash of scales and plumes of smoke.
“Wow,” she whispered.
The two dragons broke apart, their heads turning in her direction as if they heard her. Starla stood straight. Her hand went to her chest as she held onto the railing with the other.
She thought of her need for coffee. A cup appeared next to her hand—the heavenly smell of fresh-brewed grounds and vanilla floating up toward her senses.
Starla looked down at the large ceramic cup filled with coffee and cream, just the way she liked it.
Her Fey magic enhanced since she’d opened her mind to that part of her being, getting easier to manipulate with little effort.
She wondered what Aurora would think about her and all the differences she’d gone through, in mind and body.
“Are you ready to return home?” Jenna asked.
Starla felt Jenna’s magical presence before she’d spoken.
However, she still shook a little. She took a sip of her coffee before answering.
Without looking at the Fey Queen, she nodded.
“Yes. But I want to make sure Savage is okay with me coming to wherever it is they are living. If he’s not, I would like to return to our home.
The one Aurora and I made a home after we stopped running.
I know I won’t be able to go back to high school. ”
Jenna shook her head. “No. You’re no longer a seventeen- or, or rather, eighteen-year-old girl. When you return, you’ll have all the appropriate paperwork for your name and age. There will be no questions that you are who you say you are.”
“I’ll handle Savage and Aurora. Give me a few, and I’ll be right back.” Jenna kissed Starla’s forehead. “You can relax, my sweet Fey. I will not lie to you. If there is any hesitation, I’ll be honest with you. Of course, I will hurt him, but I’ll still be honest.”
She tried not to laugh, but thinking of the tiny female hurting Savage and knowing she could was funny.