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“No, I’m not. I’ll ask you one more time, and that’s it. Who sent you?”
Her shoulders dropped, and she sighed big enough that it puffed out her mask.
“Calantha.”
I gasped and released her immediately. “She…why?”
“Because you’re in danger, and the second you decided to cling to those humans, she called in everything in her arsenal.” Daisy jerked her head in the direction of Milo’s room.
“And she sent you, and what is it you do?”
“I’m Calantha’s elite protector.”
That almost took the wind out of me. “You need to get back to her. If you’re here, she’s not protected.”
“The rest of the army is there, and you’re alone here, Finch. She can’t have that.”
If the head of the elite protectors was here to watch over me, things must have gotten really bad in the fae realm.
“I won’t refuse her orders for you to protect me, but there’s nothing here that’s worrisome.”
I could tell she was smirking under the mask. “Calantha knows best.”
“I believe that’s Queen Calantha to you.”
She leaned closer so only I could hear her. “And I believe she’s Mother to you.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Easton
It was late afternoon the following day and Finch had left, explaining he was going to get some rest and would return that evening. Part of me wanted to tell him he didn’t have to return, but I couldn’t. In my heart I knew Finch was involved in this, and I didn’t want to think about what it would be like once we left and didn’t see him anymore…because we were leaving.
Dr. Perry was standing in front of me with a tentative smile on her face telling me so.
“Leave?”
“Milo’s diagnosis I believe is Evan’s Syndrome, which is under the umbrella of an autoimmune disease.”
“Evan’s Syndrome? I’ve never heard of that.”
“It’s not very common—or at least not common enough that you likely would have. Basically, it’s when your immune system attacks your red blood cells and platelets. In Milo’s case, his white blood cells are lower, and it’s as if the disease hasn’t spotted the red blood cells, and we’re hoping it stays that way.”
“Is there a cure? And if his body is attacking him, why are you sending him home?”
“There are tests we’re still waiting on that will take days, and in some cases, weeks. There’s no cure for Evan’s Syndrome but, Easton, it’s not a death sentence if he does what he’s supposed to. He’s exhibiting no signs of what we’d normally see in someone with this diagnosis. The ultrasound shows his liver and spleen are slightly larger than normal but again, this is typical with this diagnosis.”
“Spleen…so he’ll have to quit sports?” I understood a little about how this operated. One of my guys had been in an accident and his spleen was damaged; contact sports and work were eliminated pending the all-clear.
“For now, yes. But I feel comfortable sending him home to wait so he can relax. He’ll need to return here every two days for the next few weeks so we can make sure he stays that way and we can monitor his blood counts.”
My mind was reeling, and I wished Finch were here so I could ask him if this was a good idea…Why was that?
“School?”
“I feel for the first two weeks, he should stay home until some tests return and since he will be an outpatient, it’ll be a lot easier for him.”
I should have been thrilled my son was going to be coming home, but fear was front and center in my heart and mind.
