“I have the best mom,” Dra’Kaedan observed with a look of satisfaction.
Saura grinned. “My only complaint since the day this project started is that I wasn’t there to witness Elf puking all over my eldest son.”
“I take it back,” Dra’Kaedan grumbled.
“Seriously. I should’ve gone with him and recorded it,” Renny groused.
“Let’s just keep our fingers crossed it happens again so we can see it,” Scheredin threw in. “Not that I want you to be sick or anything, Elf, but seriously…how often do we get lucky enough for projectile vomiting on the Grand Warlock?”
“I hate all of you,” Dra’Kaedan declared.
“I think we’re done here for now,” Aleksander cut in. “Elf, my advice would be to lie down and get some rest. We’ll get the potion ready for you, and then hopefully we can discuss with you how it’s making you feel.”
With a nod, Ellery took a step back and curled onto the ground. His dizziness was gone, but he was going to make sure he had all his strength for when they tried round two. Chrysander, with the help of Damian, grabbed pillows from his tent and snuggled up against him. In perhaps an hour he would get to speak with him again, and Ellery could hardly wait.
Chapter 29
The day after Ellery had finally emerged for a few precious minutes from his dragon form, Chrysander was sitting across from him with a smile on his face.
“I don’t know what to say,” Ellery commented as he stared into the small mirror he’d been handed.
“You’re exquisite,” Chrysander assured him as he rubbed a hand over one of his cotton covered legs.
“My eyes are kind of creepy.”
Chrysander chuckled. “They aren’t creepy.”
“I need a haircut.”
“You could always grow it back down to your waist like other elves.”
Ellery handed him the mirror which Chrysander set to the side so he could pull his mate into his arms. “Keep dreaming, Your Majesty. I am not letting it go past my shoulders. It is too heavy and annoying otherwise.”
“It was worth a shot. How are you feeling?”
“I have some time. My dragon is not fighting yet.”
“You managed twenty minutes last night.”
“It was pretty great. I had the chance to tell Sorcery D’Vaire how it makes me sick. I appreciate that they have already put together another potion to help offset that.”
Chrysander pressed a kiss to his black-and-white streaked hair so overcome that he could hold him. “I’m glad you didn’t throw up again, even though they’d upped it to ten percent of the first solution.”
“It is weird that after they gave it to me, they pushed Dra’Kaedan forward in the hopes I would puke on him again.”
“It’s funny how he stands as far away from you as possible while he casts his healing spell.”
“I am just glad he is still willing to heal me.”
Ellery turned his face toward Chrysander, and what else could he do but brush their lips together? It felt like there was a giant hourglass hovering over their heads, and Chrysander was desperate to make every second count. They might not be able to cuddle in the privacy of the tent since everyone was afraid Ellery would shift at any moment, but at least they were together.
“So, there are some things I need to say to you. It didn’t feel right saying it while you were in dragon form.”
“Talk to me, Chrys.”
“I owe you an apology.”
The dazzling elf in front of him frowned. “No, I can assure you that you do not.”
