Chapter 18

“What are you doing?!” he roared, embarrassed.

“Elves are allergic to metal,” Em explained, sliding the remains of the belt from the loops and handing him back his kilt. “Take it off—take all of it off! Your earring, your necklace, your belt loops—all of it!”

“I can’t let him go,” he whimpered.

“Then I’ll do it. Keep still, all right?” she tugged the earring free as gently as she could, then gathered all of the metal into her hands and walked towards the lake.

“Did I kill him? Is he dead?” Tuxtax asked in horror, clutching his limp soulmate to his chest.

“No,” a merman said, slithering towards them with his long black shark-skin tail.

Tuxtax gasped in horror as the merman approached. Trying desperately to remain calm, he asked, “Can you heal him? Are you Arnath?”

“Cold Iron is poisonous to Alec. Em is going to take your ax to that island over there so it won’t poison him.”

“Is Alec going to be all right?”

“May I see him?”