Some Enchanted Dream: A Time Travel Adventure (Seasons of Enchantment Book 2) Read Free Page A

Englishman pointed out the way to Mick. "Flats in Montmartre are let very reasonably. All the better in places in Paris are full due to the exposition. Tell Mr. Leroux at number 84 that Arthur Bellows sent you to him, and he will see you are well taken care of."
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    The rain ceased and so had her retching.
    Tara was lying in a bed, on an old, lumpy feather mattress.
    "Why is she bleeding so much?" Adrian demanded. His hand stroked her sweat dampened hair and his voice cut through the room like a sword. "Answer me--damn it!"
    "Keep your voice down," the soft sound of Doc Riley's voice surrounded Tara with calm. Her brother's lyrical tone seemed to echo in her blood. Riley was a fairy doctor--a fairy with the gift of healing. He used his magic to help humans as the Fey were rarely ill. "Dillon, if you insist on this belligerent vein I'll have you removed from the room."
    "You will not. She is my wife. Kindly remember that."
    "Adrian," Dan's deep baritone contrasted sharply with Riley's softer tone. "Let Doc Riley help her. Why don't you and I go out into the next room and give her some privacy?"
    Tara kept her eyes closed so she could shut out the men hovering over her like crows arguing over a corpse. She heard Dan's heavy tread on the wood floorboards behind Adrian.
    "Come now, it's difficult enough for the girl without you playing the cave man."
    "I'm not leaving her." Adrian's hand tightened on her arm.
    "Mick, we need you," Riley called into the next room.
    "I said, I'm not leaving--"  Adrian's voice was cut off in mid-sentence. He rose from his perch on the bed beside her. She heard footsteps moving away from the bed, and the narrow door leading to the outer room close. Adrian's swift eviction brought relief.
    Tara remained still, unmoving. She knew what was happening. She was losing their baby.
    "Tara, I know you can hear me," Riley's voice moved over her like a breeze. "This is not your fault. If we had stayed in Dublin, we'd all be arrested, little one."
    Tara opened her eyes. Riley was kneeling beside the bed. His emerald eyes had an odd shimmer. His hand was moving over her belly, like a wizard casting a spell. She started, and then relaxed as waves of peace enveloped her like a warm, safe cocoon.
    "The ache will ease, in time." His voice had that unnatural timbre to it again, a sort of bell vibration, like someone running a stick over a singing bowl. "The loss is great to your heart, but you will find peace and solace."
    Drowsiness was overtaking her. She fought against the drugging sound of her brother's voice. "But, will I be able to . . . have . . . another baby?"
    "Sleep, Tara."
    Her drowsiness increased, as did the feeling of well being washing over her.
    She opened her eyes. Riley's skin bore a slight translucence that brought light to the room. Gazing behind him, she saw his shadow on the wall--a man's head and torso but with huge wings covering the expanse of wall.
    Angels . Must be what people see when the Fey visit them,  humans with wings, glowing skin and  sweet-chiming voices . . .
     
    When Tara awakened, the sun was shining.
    The men were gathered in the room beyond her bed. They were whispering in low tones.
    She lost the baby. As soon as they were safe beyond the prying eyes of the city, safe behind doors four flights up, Riley had taken charge. Her brother didn't need to examine her to know what was wrong. He had only to touch her to discern that she was suffering a miscarriage after the time jump.
    Tara lay curled on her side with her knees to her chest. She hadn't thought past getting them safely away from Dublin by using her ability to move through time. She muffled her sobs and covered her face with her hands.
    I'm sorry, my sweet one. I didn't realize our escape would harm you.
    The low murmurs continued beyond the door. The voice most prominent was Riley’s.
    Her heart burned and twisted. This must be what it feels like to have a heart attack, having your chest grow so