Page 77 of My Haven
Fergus hurried in. “Poor wee thing. Here you go, squire,” he said, handing a small jar to Ryuu. “Blessed Chamomile, grown by one of the finest earth witches Storm Keep has ever produced.”
Ryuu bowed. “You have my thanks.”
Fergus, motioned for him to use the tea service at the side table. “Kettle is on the stove in the kitchen,” he said.
Pip popped up. “I can do that.” He practically ran from the room.
Fergus walked over to stand next to Caiden, watching Ryuu’s hands glow blue, as the squire held his charge gently.
“What set her off?” the older man asked.
Caiden frowned. “Not quite sure.”
Meryn swallowed hard. “I need Kendrick or Thane,” she whispered. “I can’t get it to stop.”
Caiden pulled out his phone. Kendrick answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Meryn needs you, now. We’re at Fergus Compton’s home. Soundproofing is in place.”
He could hear movement. “Me? Not Aiden?”
“She asked for you or Thane.”
“It’s her magic then. Be right there.” Then the phone went silent.
“You’ll like this tea Meryn. Kendrick’s is strong, but this one feels kind,” Neil said, taking her hand.
Fergus eyed Neil. “You must be a pretty strong earth witch yourself, to sense that much of Boragina in the tea.”
Meryn swayed a bit. “Why is that name familiar?”
“Do you know Boragina Sageson?”
Meryn covered her eyes with both hands. “Micah’s grandma?” she whispered.
“Aye.” Fergus, looked up at Caiden. “When will that friend of yours get here?”
“I’m here,” Kendrick said, walking past them to get to Meryn. He knelt down in front of her. “Talk to me, Meryn.”
“Make it stop,” she begged.
Ryuu’s hands were now a deep azure. “It’s taxing her too much, whatever it is. I’m using my own magic to keep her conscious.”
Kendrick stood and laid a hand on the top of her head. The second he made contact, he jerked away with a curse. He took a deep breath, before his hands began to glow green. He moved his hand back to her head.
This time it was Kendrick that was swallowing hard. “Gods above,” he whispered. “Boys,” he called out.
Nigel and Neil knew without having to be told, to lay their power hands on Kendrick’s shoulders. The three of them began to glow a bright emerald color.
Caiden paced back and forth.
Genevieve touched his arm. “What’s going on?”
Caiden pulled her close. “Something triggered Meryn’s innate empathy at the castle. I’m not sure what she’s experiencing, though it must be bad if Kendrick needed the boys.”
“If I send you a list, can you get the ingredients I need to make her some chicken noodle soup?” Genevieve asked.
He passed her his phone, with Kyran’s text window up. “Just tell him what you need.”
