“If you could just fill out this paperwork,” she suggested, dropping a pen on top of the stack of papers.
Green eyes fell from the woman’s face, until Rylan could read the words printed at the top of the first sheet.
New Patient Information. She pushed the clipboard back with the lightest touch of her fingers. “I’m not a patient,” she expressed eyes lifting again to meet a brown gazed fixed with confusion. “He’s my brother.”
Those brown orbs went wide, looking so much larger having previously been narrowed in suspicion. “Your majesty,” the nurse breathed, awed and Rylan expressed a short sigh. “I’m sorry,” she continued, her voice lowering as if their conversation was suddenly confidential. “I didn’t realize.”
“It’s no problem.” Rylan’s ears pushed forward, her tail appeared behind her head, moving back and forth in a gentle sway. “I’ll be sitting in the waiting area.”
The nurse stuttered through a response, somewhat shocked by her casual run in with the queen. Rylan smiled softly, mumbling her gratitude before she turned to be seated.
Twenty minutes later, a different nurse led Rylan through the twisting back hallways of the old hospital to Kama’s office. She adjusted the strap of her purse on her arm, eyes flicking over the pictures hanging on the stark, white walls. Paintings of flowers and landscapes. Tiger lilies and rolling waves on pristine shores. They were meant to be soothing. Rylan found their blown-up proportions to be overwhelming.
She was disappointed that Kama had not come to retrieve her himself, but she was also not surprised. He seemed content to avoid her until the last possible moment.
The new nurse, this one was blonde and tall and Rylan could not remember her name even though she had been given it, knocked on the door once, and pushed it open without waiting for an answer. She didn’t cross the threshold, but held the door for Rylan to do so. Smiling all the while. For nurses in a trauma wing they all seemed to be disproportionately cheerful. The snapped shut behind her, and her ears twitched.
Kama sat behind his desk, and he did not look up from his paperwork when she entered. That did not, however, stop him from saying, “you look well,” after a half-hearted hello. Rylan looked down at herself. She knew she looked nice, having put some effort into an appearance that was befitting of going out in public, but she didn’t feel
well. She said, “thank you,” anyway since they were being polite.
“To what do I owe this visit?” He still did not look up from his paperwork.
“Tell me about Owen,” she demanded. She had not planned for this conversation to be so direct, but his flippant attitude had provoked her.
Kama’s pen stopped moving, and he looked up at her, brow furrowed over dual-colored eyes. “Who?” The question came automatically and swiftly, as if he’d practiced for the inevitability of this conversation with her.
“
Owen,” she repeated. She moved across the room to seat herself at one of the chairs in front of his desk. His eyes tracked her the entire way, still keen on playing dumb. “You can drop the act,” she explained, as she arranged herself. She dropped her purse into the second chair and crossed one leg over the other. “I’ve already met him.”
Kama’s confusion shifted too easily into a frown. As if that downward curve of his mouth was the natural resting position of his face. “He found you.” It wasn’t a question. “
Of course he found you. He never knew when to leave things alone.”
Rylan was quiet, her shock having rendered her speechless though her expression remained neutral. With that one heated response Kama had already admitted to his wrongdoing. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, her ears fell to the crown of her head. “He’s says he’s my husband.” Soft words pushed from between clenched teeth.
Kama’s gaze snapped to her and there was a sharpness in his look. Suggesting, somehow, she was the one who had done something wrong. He did not answer her.
“Is that true?” she pressed, ears swiveling to attention.
Her brother shifted in his chair, and pushed an angry hand through carefully crafted curls that fell over onto his forehead.
“Kama-”
“
Yes.”
Another shocked silence fell between them. Rylan’s throat ran dry and she swallowed thickly in an attempt to rid herself of the sensation. Her fingers unraveled and she looked down at the red half-moons her nails had embedded into her palms. “Is it all true?”
Kama shrugged, rolling to the side in his chair, like he couldn’t be bothered to face her. “That depends on what he told you. He has a flair for the melodramatic.”
“He told me he died, and that you took my memories of him.”
His brooding quiet was enough of an answer for her.
“Why?” she demanded.
“Why do you think?
Elliot.” He hissed their brother’s name as if it angered him just to say. A look on his face suggestive of a vile taste left on his tongue.
“You erased the memories of my dead husband...because of Elliot?”
“Isn’t it always Elliot!” Kama turned back in his chair to glare at her. “For a century and a half it’s been nothing but you and Elliot and this feud between you ruining everyone’s lives.”
“You-”
“I did nothing but bring you to him,” Kama interrupted before she could make her claims. “Darcias cast the spell, and Elliot did the usual. Tantrums in the form of threats until he got his way.”
Rylan’ brow furrowed, her ears pinning backwards. “You just gave me up to him?”
Kama threw up his hands, they fell back into his lap with a smack. “He threatened my family, Rylan.” He thought he saw her almost wince at the name and he knew Owen had told her too much. “Victoria and Isabella. He threatened their lives, and Elliot does not make idle threats.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have figured something else out.”
“And risk the life of my wife and her child? I am done putting my family in harm’s way for you.”
“What about
me?” Her voice rose.
“Rylan, please,” he said, warning her of her own volume.
She lifted a hand to save him the trouble of trying to control her. “What about
my family? My children - your niece and nephew- do they mean so little to you?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Isn’t it!” she stood, her chair tipping backwards with the force of her movement. She slammed her palms down on the polished surface of his desk. She inhaled deeply, standing straight and forcing her hands through her hair. It fell down her back in tight curls she hadn’t bothered to straighten. Her hands settled on her face. “How long was he dead before you did this?” she asked from behind her fingers.
“Six years.”
“How long ago did you take him away?” She always said it like that.
Taken. He’d been
taken from her. Like something precious that had been stolen from her grasp.
“Four years ago.”
The unmistakable sound of a muffled sob, and she let her hands fall from her face. Eyes already shining and red-rimmed. She was always so quick to tears. “Four years ago,” she repeated. “Is this why Anita ran away? Is-is this why Cain stopped visiting me? You did this?”
Once again, Kama was silent.
“You took
everything from me, and left me with… with what? This feeling of unexplained loss, these half-formed dreams like memories of a man I thought I didn’t know?”
“All in all you were not handling yourself well…”
“My husband
died!” This she yelled, her voice filled the room and no doubt carried down the hall and back to reception.
“He was in a dangerous line of work,” he said the words and had no idea as to how they were so similar to one’s Owen had said to her a few nights ago. “These things do happen.”
Her thumb smoothed over the rings on her finger; one’s that she had kept after their meeting in the bar. There was something soothing about the motion. “How long were you planning on keeping me this way?”
Kama didn’t answer. In truth he didn’t know. This was not his plan.
“He’s alive now.”
“I didn’t know Elliot would do that.”
“But you went along with his plan anyway.”
“He threatened my family.”
“Fix it!” she screamed, her own words echoed in her ears, and they twitched atop her head. Tears spilled forth, leaving wet tracks down her cheeks to pool along her jaw. “Fix
me. I can’t do this. I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t look at him and not know who he is.”
“Darcias cast the spell,” he explained, Rylan groaned her frustration and turned to pace the room. “You’ll have to speak with her,” his own tone had gotten louder, as if he expected she wouldn’t be able to hear him over her pacing. “Elliot is the source of this. Why didn’t you go to him?”
Rylan stopped pacing with her back to her brother. They both knew why she hadn’t gone directly to Elliot. She wasn’t any less scared of him than anyone else. The scars on her back itched.
Kama sighed. “There’s nothing I can do, Rylan.”
She turned around. She snatched her purse from the chair, and stared down at him for a few passing heartbeats.
“My name is Julianna.”