Fairyville (Fairyville #1)(72)
Author: Emma Holly

Alex’s double seemed to be connected to the same psychic news wire. He emerged from the trees where he’d gone with Zoe at a run, not even seeing Bryan as he leaped, gazelle-like, up the boulders to the falls.

"Goodbye," he cried from the ledge, waving to Alex’s old girlfriend. "Best fairy wishes to you all!"

The grown-up Oscar took a moment to hug his mother and then followed. Both men seemed eager to go home, clapping each other’s shoulders as they ducked under the water. Bryan supposed Fairy was like a lot of places here on Earth. No matter who was in charge, people found a way to enjoy their lives.

Those two don’t know us, he told himself, fighting his hurt at having been ignored. All their ties lie elsewhere. The real Alex isn’t going to forget you.

This time, the falls only brightened a little for the exchange—more like moonlight than sun. Through the blue-white glow, the two figures he’d been waiting for clambered out.

"We’re back!" Oscar shouted, not needing help to climb down. "We’re safe and sound!"

Bryan’s breath caught in his throat as they came closer. Oscar was noticeably taller, as if he’d been away a year instead of an hour, and Alex—Alex was smiling, so relaxed and easy he might have returned from a good vacation. Bryan’s friend paused to watch Oscar and his mother hug, the pair looking a good deal warmer toward each other than they had before. Seeing they were well, Alex turned and headed for Bryan.

"I’ve learned new tricks!" Bryan heard Oscar announce to his mother. "And how not to do them by accident."

Mrs. Pruitt murmured her approval, for which Bryan was glad, but the lion’s share of his attention was on his friend.

Alex’s eyes shone like lasers as he approached, his ribs going in and out faster than normal. Bryan ordered himself not to make a scene, but when Alex stopped in front of him, when Alex looked into his eyes and held out his arms, it was hard not to.

"Hey, buddy," Alex said, pulling Bryan close with one hand cupping his head. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

Bryan squeezed him back and tried not to let his tears roll free. Alex felt so good—so warm and hard and him. "I love you," he said, unable to keep it in. "I’m glad you’re all right."

Alex kissed his ear. "I love you, too," he whispered, then pulled back to look at him. "I have some things to tell you, but maybe they can wait until we’re alone."

"I’m not sure they matter compared to you saying the L word."

Alex laughed, and that same easiness Bryan had noticed when he emerged from the water was in the sound. "Jeez, it’s good to see you and, yes, I mean the L word the way you hope. A lot has happened. I had a chance to grow up and, well, sow my oats, I guess you’d say. I realized how important really connecting to someone is. I can’t promise—" His eyes glowed blue as his hand stroked roughly down Bryan’s face. "I can’t promise you’ll always be my only, but I’m pretty sure I can promise to put you first. That is, assuming you’d be interested in an arrangement like that."

His unexpected shyness made Bryan bark out a laugh. "You’ve only been gone an hour. It’d take longer than that for me to lose my interest in being number one on your list."

It was hard to tell in the moonlight, but Bryan thought Alex blushed.

"Come with me," he said, slinging his arm around Bryan’s shoulder. "I have things to say to Magnus and Zoe."

Zoe held Magnus’s hand feverishly tight as the men approached. To Magnus, the chemistry between Bryan and Alex was obvious, their bodies leaning against each other with every stride. He rubbed Zoe’s knuckles in the hope of easing her tension. Alex had been a big part of her life. No matter how long he’d been gone from it, no matter how much she loved Magnus, seeing Alex as half of a couple that didn’t include her had to be difficult.

"Hey you," Alex said, bending down to kiss her cheek.

Magnus needed no special powers to see Alex’s sojourn in Fairy had altered him. His face and manner said he’d made peace with who he was—and with at least trying to let Zoe go.

That he’d been gone a year and had only gotten up to trying was a worry for another day.

"You look good," Zoe said, a little teary as she touched his jaw. The touch, or maybe the tears, inspired a flare in Alex’s aura, but he shook it off.

"Do I look magic?" he asked, wagging his brows.

"Should you?" she said, falling in with his playfulness. "Because I might need time to adjust to you being a psychic detective."

"Oh, God," Bryan moaned, and everyone laughed.

"I have news for you," Alex said to Magnus. "From your aunt."

Alex’s self-esteem wasn’t the only thing that had changed during his absence. His rancor toward Magnus was also gone. He seemed both more respectful and more confident—as if they were equals now.

"There’s been a coup," Magnus said, knowing it was true the moment the words came out.

"Yes," Alex said. "Very nearly bloodless. Your mother has been deposed and stripped of the power that came with the throne, which doesn’t leave her with enough to cause trouble, as I understand. Evidently, relying so heavily on black magic drained the stores she was born with. Your aunt rules unopposed, thanks in part to Zoe’s fairies."

"To my fairies!" she exclaimed, her hand to her breast.

"They’d been in exile so long, their return impressed everyone. When the little fey threw in their lot with Queen Elena, people decided she must be destined to wear the crown. Queen Rajel and her troops barely had to swing their swords."

"Oh, my," Zoe breathed.

"Oh, my, indeed," Alex agreed. "You should have seen the party they threw afterward. Lasted for weeks." He turned again to Magnus. "Your aunt charged me to tell you that you’re welcome to serve on her cabinet any time—should you wish to return."

Magnus chuckled. His aunt was wise enough to know he wouldn’t want the throne, and ambitious enough not to volunteer to give it up. "I’m sure she’ll find good advisors on her own."

"So… then you’re a prince," Bryan said to Alex. "Because this Queen Elena is your birth mother."

Alex hooked his arm around his lover’s neck and grinned. "I’m no prince here," he said, "but if you wanted to bow occasionally, just for fun, I’d allow it."

They’d taken an hour to get out of the grove, letting everyone say goodbye to everyone else, making sure Oscar had all their e-mails—and an open invitation to visit. Mrs. Pruitt seemed a little startled by how affectionate they were toward her son, but Magnus suspected this was good for her. Raising Oscar was a privilege she was only beginning to appreciate.