Yes besties, it's time to leave the summer court.
Azriel picked up Gwyn and rushed inside the huge mansion, Tarquin in front of him leading the way.
Will she be alright? Is it my fault? Is she safe with me? Just please be alright.
Millions of thoughts were running through Azriel's head but the main one was, I didn't get a chance.
He took her to the medical room where the doctor had to literally shoo them out and heal Gwyn. He couldn't stop his racing heart. Couldn't stop pacing across the floor. Was this the last time he had ever heard her say, I never yield.
It was not. He wouldn't believe they. Couldn't. To even consider the fact when he might not see her beautiful eyes or her smile or hear her laugh, was too painful.
After what felt like an eternity, the medic came out of the room. "She's alright, I had to give her a few painkillers and they may have some side effects" The medic told them.
"Is she awake?" Azriel asked. "Yes, you can go back inside if you want, but not more than two people" The doctor didn't even finish replying that Azriel ran inside the room. That water poodle followed him.
"Heyyy" Gwyn said, her voice light and cheery. Azriel went and knelt beside her right side. "Are you okay?" Worry shown in his eyes and features.
"Of course I am" Gwyn said droopily and started touching his face. What the hell was going on with her?
"Gwyn are you okay?" The poodle asked. I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch.
"Yeahhh, I'm okay, why are you both being such buzzkills? Her gazed turn to Tarquin. Drunk. She was definitely drunk.
"What the hell did your medic give her?" Azriel asked Tarquin. "That medic is the most advanced medic in the Summer Court, she told us that she had given her a painkiller and it might have some side effects" Tarquin said.
Gwyn started playing with Azriel's lips. Running her hand all over them. Plumping them, pushing them together and whatnot. Amusement shown clear in his eyes.
"You have nice lips, they're very soft" Gwyn said and started giggling. Azriel couldn't hide the sense of proudness that arose in his chest.
"How do you even know that? You have never kissed him" Tarquin said sulkily. Azriel smirked but Gwyn removed her hands from his face, which upset him.
"Is someone jealous? " Gwyn said and turned away from Azriel and towards Tarquin. She started giggling. Tarquin smiled and said, "No, I'm not", "sure doesn't seem like it" Gwyn said and Tarquin chuckled quietly.
"Come here" She said to Tarquin and started flapping her hands like a baby. Tarquin followed, amusement shown clearly in his eyes. He put his face in Gwyn's hands. Gwyn started playing with his hair, "You have nice hair".
Oh no she didn't. This statement immediately sent a pang of jealousy in his chest. A HUUGE pang.
"My hair's nice too" Azriel said, knowing he sounded like a child to get Gwyn's attention. "Well you never come close to me so I don't know how your hair is like."
"Well you can touch it now" Azriel said desperately, he wasn't going to let a mud puddle win. Gwyn turned her attention to him and Tarquin huffed. "Come here" Gwyn said and Azriel did that. She propped herself up now.
"Come closer" She told him and he did. His face was directly in front of hers now. "No need to be so uncomfortable dumbass, lie on me" Gwyn said. Azriel followed obediently.
He lied down on her, putting his support on his elbows so he doesn't crush her with his weight. His face was directly in front of her stomach.
Gwyn took Azriel's face with one hand and started stroking his hair with the other. "You're right, you have very nice hair" Gwyn said and kept playing with his hair.
This little statement made him feel like a little boy. A little boy who was appreciated for a little drawing he had made. He loved the feeling.
After a few quiet hours, Gwyn decided to fall asleep, her back on the headboard and with Azriel still in her lap. He too slept with her and woke up after a few hours. He looked around and saw Tarquin sleeping on a nearby sofa.
He suddenly got a message from Rhys in his mind, which made him pick up Gwyn and leave without hesitation.
Beron has the book.
