Finding Fiona by Viola Grace Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Valentine and Westa had come up with his match. Nora Wyngate. She was smart, adventurous, had a loving heart and family in the northwest. She loved tall men with accents and broad shoulders.
    A pen was suddenly in Fiona’s hand. Nora Wyngate. She ran her fingers over the name and suddenly her mind was blurring through pathways she could not even imagine. She did not see the woman, she just saw her location. It was how her talent worked. “I think I have it.” She looked down and was surprised to see the street address, city and state listed on the paper, beneath the name in a separate pen colour. The colour of the pen in her hand.
    “That was fantastic Fiona! Perfect.”
    “I will call it perfect when I find out if she is truly the one for him.” She handed the folder to Hannah who was holding her hand out for it.
    “My turn.” Her hand held a pencil and she closed her eyes as she ran her fingers over the writings of the other ladies. For long moments she was motionless, then began to draw. A woman with plain but dependable features was taking shape, she had a twinkle in her eye and the start of a smile on the edge of her mouth. With the face smiling, she went from plain to lovely.
    Hannah documented addresses beneath the picture. Places of business, places of amusement. In another ten minutes, and one more cup of tea for Fiona, Hannah was back in her body and looking at her handy work. “She’s pretty. If he can make his case, he will be one lucky ogre. Fiona. Your work was exact. Not only was the address correct, but the path you took was left open enough for me to get through. Nice one.”
    “You followed my pathway? Cool. Shall we do another?”
    The ladies grinned at her. “It is addictive isn’t it?”
    “It is. Let’s do some matchmaking.” She rubbed her hands together. Until she was back on her feet, this was as good as it got.
     
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    “Well, Fiona. Your feet are almost healed.” Mythos was peeling her bandages off and, if she weren’t head over heels for another elf, he would have made her heart swell ever so slightly. He was adorable. Soft golden curls, mocha skin and tender green eyes, the colour of leaves. He could have stepped out of a tree and put on some clothing. She hadn’t seen his file, but Fiona suspected that was the closest anyone would come to his origin. “That is fantastic. When can I start walking? Today?”
    “You will have to be careful and confine your walking to the home for three more days, but if you rest every two hours and don’t stay on your feet if they start to hurt, you should be fine.” He was washing his hands in a basin and the assistant he had brought with him took the shredded bandages with him. A nod from her healer and she was alone.
    She bent her knees and took a look at her very pink feet. Red stripes ran in random patterns across them, but the skin was intact and there were no more open wounds on either her feet or her calves. She was just in the rather involved process of standing when Ander came in through the door to the sitting room.
    “So, he has given you leave to wander around and toughen your feet up?”
    “He has indeed. Yippee. I am trying to decide where to go first. The living room or the kitchen?”
    “How about the master bedroom?”
    There was a heat in Ander’s eyes that woke and answering flame low in her belly. “Um. I haven’t been in there yet. It might be a good place to start the tour.” She walked slowly and carefully toward the door and after that the stairs.
    Ander walked with her the whole way.
    The smooth wood under her feet was almost warm, it had absorbed the heat from the earlier sun and was radiating it gently into the bottom of her soles. She had expected Ander to try and carry her off, but he simply paced next to her, occasionally extending his arm to her so she could balance.
    His bedroom was the final goal. She had no idea of where she wanted to go after that, but she wanted to see his room. It