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home.
     
    "Anywhere as on earth or anywhere
out in the galaxy on any strange planet?" Jane's voice rose on the verge
of panic.
     
    "Melor is a strong warrior. He
has fought by my side many times, my love. No matter where he may have ended
up, he will survive." Drystan placed his hand on Jane's shoulder; he did
not like seeing her so distressed. She turned into his arms.
     
    "The disturbance of the earth
affects the portal. This city is vast and has brought many ladies to the
Kingdom; perhaps it is time to move the location to a calmer place."
     
    "It was my idea to come here,
right over a fault line. What if it hadn't been Melor but a lady?"
     
    "Jane," he cupped her face
in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. "No one works as tirelessly
as you do for the Kingdom. This is not your fault, do you hear me?"
     
    She nodded and softened as he held her
tightly against him. Drystan glanced past her at Tuthal, who shook his head.
Drystan understood it was a slim chance to none finding Melor again, but it did
not mean they could give up.
     
    "I will put all my power into
finding him, Jane," Tuthal added helpfully.
     
    "We'll close the agency for now
and wait. Melor is out there somewhere, and I know he'll be trying to find his
way home."
     
    Jane sighed. "I don't want to
leave until I know he's okay, but I don't want to leave Joy here either. She's
safe on Kell."
     
    "You know your sister would love
the chance to care for Joy." Tuthal gave them a small smile.
     
    "So would many of the other
ladies," added Drystan. Their daughter was currently the only infant on
Kell, but soon there would be many more.
     
    "Alright."
     
    He was relieved to see a small smile
on her face.
     
    "We'll
take her to Kell then come back and wait."
     
    ~ * ~
     
    Agony gripped Summer as she jolted
awake, whimpering in pain. She glanced over at her bedside clock. It was ten in
the morning. She'd been without her medication for over ten hours. Tossing off
the blanket, she sat up. Her clothes were crumpled from sleeping in them. It
wasn't like her to fall asleep fully clothed. It was hard to think clearly with
the pain clouding her mind.
     
    Man, car accident, Blossom . It all came flooding back. But she
was in her bedroom. How? She gritted her teeth and placed both feet on the
floor before placing her weight on them. Her knee screamed in pain. It shot
through her leg. She gripped the bed post to stop herself from falling to the
floor.
     
    She needed her pills, but more importantly,
she needed to check on Blossom and their guest.
     
    Doc Mableton had been right about her
needing something stronger today. Hobbling to the door, she snatched up her
cane, which only slightly eased the pressure on her leg as she walked.
     
    In the hallway she noticed Blossom's
door open and knew she wouldn't be in there. With measured breaths she made it
to the guest bedroom only to find it empty.
     
    Panic swelled, making her heart thump
faster. Where was he? And where was Blossom?
     
    "Baby!" she called into the
house, but getting no reply fear shot through her as she tried to push back the
pain. She limped through the house looking for any sign of them. Had the
stranger taken her daughter?
     
    All sorts of horrid imaginings flashed
through Summer's mind as she searched, glancing through the front window where
there was nothing but her truck parked out front. She struggled down the steps,
sweat breaking out over her body, a mix of pain and fear.
     
    A loud WHAWP! echoing through
the serene forest around them made her jump. A loud cracking followed. She
moved as quickly as she could up and around the side of the house towards the
back shed.
     
    Her heart in her throat she came to a
jolting standstill as the huge, tall man, still with no shirt, stood with an axe
in his hand. His dark hair, tied back with one of Blossom's hair ties, sparkled
in the sunlight.
     
    "Wow, do that again. You're way
better than Mr. Rickshaw who comes once a week to help with the