"Oberon?" Bridgette asked, holding a hand out to their lover. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Toots," he responded with a wave of his hand. "But you should know that the fucking harlot of Greece, Aphrodite's spell is gone. I'll make her pay for that when I see her again, but for now, let's get you out of here. I'm tired of turning men into jackasses."
Brock felt his heart shatter at the same time that Bridgette forced him back to the front and hid in the deepest parts of their mind. Oberon didn't love them anymore. He didn't even seem to really care. Which explained why he was back to speaking like a thirteen-year-old, instead of an adult.
"I can't leave this water," Brock told him, trying not to reveal the massive lump in his throat. His heart might be broken, but their family needed them, and they needed to escape.
"What?" Oberon asked, distracted by something outside their cell. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Where are your legs? Can't you do something for your child, Toots?"
