Alora: The Portal Read Online Free

a problem.”
    “That’s right,” Alora agreed, forgetting her headache as she felt Kaevin relenting. “Anyway, I have a lesson with Grandmother tomorrow, and she’ll be mad if I haven’t practiced since our last lesson.”
    “You could transport Wesley into the kitchen to retrieve the headache circles,” Kaevin suggested.
    “Kaevin, you know I’m better at moving you than other people.”
    “Uhmm…. yes. However, our heads are feeling better with the ice, so perhaps we don’t even need the circles.”
    “I-bu-pro-fen,” Alora corrected. “And I still need the practice. Grandmother has our next session planned for tomorrow.”
    With a dramatic sigh, Kaevin rose to his feet, bending in a defensive crouch while using one hand to keep the ice against his temple. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t throw me on top of the table this time.”
    “I’m sending you right in front of the kitchen sink. The ibuprofen is with the other medicine in the cabinet to the left of the sink.” Alora tamped down her nerves, trying to appear confident. Why didn’t I practice this week? Closing her eyes to concentrate, she set the bag of ice on the floor by her feet. She imagined Kaevin standing in the kitchen right in front of the sink. Ready. Set. “Ow!” A sharp stabbing pain in her forehead interrupted her focus .
    From the kitchen came Kaevin’s voice crying out along with a series of metallic crashes. Bounding from his chair, Wesley hurried into the kitchen.
    “What happened, Alora? Are you okay? You’re white as a sheet.” Beth’s forehead creased as she inspected Alora’s face.
    “It’s my head. It hurts even worse. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried a transport. Is Kaevin okay?”
    Alora had her answer as Wesley emerged from the kitchen, supporting Kaevin with one arm. “He was in the kitchen sink instead of in front of it.” Wesley helped Kaevin back to the couch, where he collapsed beside Alora.
    “Kaevin, I’m so sorry; I lost my concentration. Did I hurt you?” Grasping the baggie of ice, Alora lifted it back to her temple, sighing with relief as the stabbing lessened.
    “I’m uninjured, but I can only think of the pain in my head. And for some reason I’m worried about Jireo. I believe he needs me.”
    “Okay, but this time we should wait until Uncle Charles gets home with Grandmother and ask permission.”
    “Maybe my dad would let me go with you,” Wesley wondered aloud.
    “No way your parents would let you go,” Beth declared. “I heard my mom and your mom on the phone yesterday, saying how glad they were we weren’t going to that dangerous place ever again.”
    “The way I fight from a distance with my compound bow, it’s not really that dangerous.”
    “Yeah, right.” Beth rolled her eyes.
    “I mean, okay, it’s dangerous, but my dad is on my side. I told him everything that happened, and he was actually jealous. He’s dying to go back himself, if Mom would let him. And he’s as good as me with a bow and arrow.”
    “There’s no battle to fight right now, Wesley.” Alora sensed Kaevin’s increasing agitation as he abruptly rose to his feet.
    “Yet Morvaen expects Water Clan could launch another attack at any moment. He’s been preparing Laegenshire for the last two moons. We should go now. We can’t afford to wait for your uncle to return.”
    “Nothing has happened for months, right?” asked Beth. “So why the rush?”
    “I… I’m unsure.” Pushing his fingers through his long hair, Kaevin’s eyes filled with confusion, and he dropped back onto the couch beside Alora.
    “Well if you decide to go, you should take me,” said Beth.
    “First you gave me a hard time about wanting to go back, and now you’re volunteering to go?” Arching one brow, Wesley twisted his mouth in a smirk.
    “They need my medical expertise,” Beth argued.
    “You’re only a paramedic—not a doctor or even a nurse.”
    “I still know more about modern medicine than anyone in Laegenshire