Page 57 of Entangled

“No. Of course, not,” she said, feeling an odd sensation in her belly. “I just don’t feel very well.”

“Then let’s get this over with quickly,” snapped Elric. “This is taking much too long.”

“Father, stop.” Lira walked over and put her hand on Merrow’s shoulder. “Mayhap Merrow just needs a little more time.”

“Time,” Merrow repeated, noticing bile at the back of her throat. She looked up at Sebastian, feeling even sicker than before. “I’m sorry, Sebastian.”

“For what?” he asked.

She turned and vomited, never feeling more embarrassed in her entire life. Especially since she had just ruined their wedding.

“What’s the matter with her?” Half an hour later, Sebastian paced the floor outside one of the bedchambers of Evandorm. “Is she going to be all right? Why doesn’t someone come out and tell us something? What is taking so long?”

The women had taken Merrow into the bedchamber to try to heal her. The men all waited out in the corridor.

“She’s among healers. The fae will help her,” Darium assured him.

“I get a bad feeling about this.” Sebastian couldn’t help thinking that somehow by this happening it meant their marriage union was cursed. “Why won’t they let me in the room?”

“You’ll get used to it,” said Zann with a yawn. “These women, if you haven’t noticed, are extremely controlling.”

The door opened and Talia walked out, keeping her back to the door and closing it so the men couldn’t see in.

“Did you heal her, honey?” Darium asked his wife. “Is Merrow all better?”

“No, and yes,” said Talia, only managing to confuse them all.

“I want to see her.” Sebastian headed for the door, but Persimmon came out next and closed the door, blocking his way. “Move aside. I want to enter the room and see my wife.”

“She’s not your wife yet,” Elric said from the shadows. “Mayhap this is all a warning from the gods that you two shouldn’t marry after all.”

“Don’t say that, Father.” Persimmon frowned.

“They’re too different,” Elric continued, waving his short arms above his head. “We don’t have sea nymphs on Mura and neither do we need them. We’ve got enough creatures and magical beings as it is. This marriage will never work.”

“Father, Stone and I are very different as well and our marriage has worked out fine,” Persimmon pointed out.

“What’s wrong with Merrow?” asked Rhys. “Is she sick?”

“We’re not quite sure,” Talia answered. “Since she is a nymph, we don’t really know what’s wrong with her or how to cure her. But we’re working on it.” Talia flashed a smile. “I’m sure she’ll be just fine.”

“She’s probably dying since she’s been out of water too long.” Elric was much too blunt with his ill thoughts.

“Stop saying those things,” warned Persimmon. “That’s not true. I saw Merrow and Sebastian in a vision being married and they were very happy. She is not dying, I assure you.”

“Can you use your gazing crystal to find out why she is sick? And how to cure her?” asked Sebastian.

“I suppose I can try. Although, I usually see the future. It doesn’t normally tell me what is happening in the moment.”

“Give it a try, sweetheart,” Stone spoke up from the back of the group, sitting on the floor. Fang lay next to him with his nose between his paws. “Your scrying abilities are getting stronger, so mayhap it will work.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea,” agreed Talia. “We’ve tried everything else, so we have nothing to lose.”

Persimmon pulled her gazing orb out of a pouch attached to her belt. All the men moved in closer to watch.

“I’ll need room,” said Persimmon. “And you do know that I am the only one who can see visions in the gazing ball, so there is no need to try to sneak a peek.”

The men all mumbled, complained, and backed away from her.