Page 75 of Captivating Magic

Gritting his teeth, he scrunched his eyes.

“Just tell me where Ebba is,” he ground out.

“She gave Kyrella control two days ago, and she’s running around Alastair’s woods.” Castor shoved him back down and dropped a sopping rag on his forehead, chuckling when Lo swore. “Sorry.”

There wasn’t an ounce of remorse in his tone.

“Fucker,” Lo muttered.

With a laugh, the Traveler moved away and, from the sound of it, sank into the closest chair. “I’ll give you the cliff notes whileyour memories unscramble,” he said. “Ebba and Kyrella became one?—”

Lo lifted the edge of the washcloth. “Who’s Kyrella?”

“The wolf.”

“What—oh!Oh, god!” His stomach revolted, and he swallowed back the threatening bile. When he could speak again without vomiting, he asked, “Is this physical reaction normal?”

“Somewhat.” Ice clinked in Castor’s glass tumbler. “Al, you want to field this one?”

“Actually, I will,” Rorie said, crossing to Lo and stroking the damp hair back from his temples. “I experienced something similar not that long ago. It’s a normal reaction when your soul reunites with the body. You came back mere minutes ago, am I right?”

He nodded with great care, incapable of any other physical movement. Hell, he’d do well to hold on for dear life while the world spun off its axis.

“Not the world, just your equilibrium,” she told him, alerting him to the fact he’d spoken aloud. “The headaches, the lack of coordination, and the discombobulated thoughts will disappear after your body self-corrects. You weren’t gone that long, so it should only last a week or two at the most.”

“Why are you all here?” he asked.

“Alastair insisted on it, suspecting when your soul rebounded, you would need someone who had experienced it to discuss the symptoms and ease your transition.”

Lo peeled back a corner of the rag and managed a half smile. “Thank you, Rorie. And thank you, Al. I appreciate the support.”

“Always,” Alastair said, and it sounded like a promise.

“Does—what is her name? Kyrella?—does she know me?” The new memory surfaced. “Scratch that. My brain downloaded the information. I see that she does.”

It also registered he and Ebba weren’t together as a couple, and his stomach tightened at the unexpected knowledge.

“Relax. The calmer and more open your mind is, the quicker the new info will flow,” Castor advised. “And because you’re about to ask, Ebba hasn’t dated anyone else, as hard as I tried to convince her she should. She’s faithful to you.”

With an amused snort, Lo eased into a sitting position and set aside the damp cloth. When Alastair handed him a tumbler of scotch, he happily drank.

“I think I’m okay now, gang. I appreciate the support.”

Alastair nodded and set his glass aside. “My security team has watched over Ebba and Kyrella in the months since they merged, and will continue to do so. She’s as safe as can be, Laszlo. I promise.”

“My main concern is Charlotte. It seems my divorce isn’t finalized in this timeline.”

“No, but it will be in two days.”

Two days. The timing seemed perfect. Ebba would be human again, and they could plan their future, if indeed they had one. As best he could recall, they hadn’t discussed their feelings since the night of the accident, despite his separation. He had a harder time remembering why.

“Are you okay?”

He glanced up to find Castor studying him, and the concern was warming, all things considered. “Yeah. Thanks.” He held out his hand to shake. “For everything, both the first time and this time. You saved her and gave us a chance at a future.”

“Don’t think I wouldn’t seduce her if I could.” The Traveler laughed when Laszlo tightened his grip. “Calm down, killer. I’m teasing.”

“I don’t believe you are, but I’m assuming nothing’s changed as far as your potential mate.”

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