Page 26 of Enchanted Crown
Krew’s eyes met mine as he said, “Happy wife, happy life, I’ve learned.” Krew gestured for the head of his guard who handed over a flask he tossed at me. “You stink, brother.”
“I imagine I do. Owen tried to take my head off.”
“Nonsense,” Owen argued. “I may not be the smartest man in the realm, but I don’t particularly wish to be a sharpening post for dragon talons any time soon.”
Esta tried and failed not to smile.
Malachi, who had walked over with Amory, took the flask from me and helped himself to a drink.
Why was everyone always stealing my whiskey?
“Owen and Keir, clean up. Let’s have lunch,” Amory offered.
My brother was in Dra Skor. I couldn’t believe it. We had totrain the others, question the men on the ship, and had much to discuss, but for this moment, all the things we needed to accomplish could wait. My brother was here.
The unbelievably turquoisewater of The Pit sloshed against my boots. I was pacing in the water, explaining what needed done to change Whit back. Training the group of six men who would be working with Emric and me in healing Dra Skor. If we could all manage to heal one shifter a day, things in Dra Skor were rapidly about to change.
I only wished the traitor would be unmasked before the majority of Dra Skor was healed. Whoever our threat was, they were causing enough damage in one form, I didn’t want to unknowingly give them the advantage of two.
“You will need to grab hold and yank on your own magic to get the poison out of the shifters,” I finished explaining. “Remember to think of it not as destroying the poison, rather moving it out of them. You must seek it out first, then move it.” However the poison had been created, it was safe to say it had to be infused with iron somehow. “The shifters will speak to you as you send the magic at them, as we believe it helps the process along. For them to be using an aspect of their shifting powers that is not stuck.”
Whit sat in the water with me, the fox who seemed to guard The Pit and two wolves waiting nearby. I was going to change Whit back, and then the fox and wolves would hopefully be healed as well as practice rounds for my trainees.
“Clear your thoughts, focus solely on seeking out then moving the poison within them. A concentrated attack.”
It took me a few minutes to seek out all the poison within Whit.
In the full moon eve, there sat she,Whit sent me. I instinctively knew he also sent it to the others.
“Back to this?” I asked him. “The sea shanties?”
“Is there ever a bad time for a sea shanty?” Emric called out.
“Yes,” I responded, but grunted immediately after, as the sharpening of the poison hit my powers. We were almost there.
No longer a guest, a fullness of breast.
“Quest,” I corrected through gritted teeth.
I haven’t been able to appreciate a woman in nine years.
Emric’s voice rang out, “Priorities, Keir. Breasts over quests!”
“And yet you came to Dra Skor with me,” I jested.
It does appear you got a twofer out of that deal, Your Grace,Whit sent to only me.
I ignored him. If he was going to make a crude comment about Esta’s breasts, no matter how much I did appreciate them, he was going to find his human jaw quite sore. I sent him one look which had him ducking his head in apology.
“Would you like my help?” Krew asked from where he stood leaning against a tree with a navy trunk and watching closely.
I shook my head. “No. They need to know they can do it on their own. I’m almost there. If the rest of you could manage to act like adults for even half a moment.” I reached out and grabbed ahold of my own magic, yanking hard.
There were multiple gasps from the men on shore.
And there, falling back into the water was Whit. He had dark hair and dark eyes, a wide grin on his face as he looked at his hands. “Unbelievable.”
I allowed one of the others to send their Enchantment at the poison mass in the water, explaining that it had to be destroyed. I reached a hand down for Whit.
