Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

I? There’s a cock hanging out, my eyes are going to observe. Doesn’t mean anything.”

I laughed at that, and shrugged. She had a point—I’d been looking at those massive titties, at Hekate’s tight body and shaved pussy. But it wasn’t that I wanted either of them. I had more women than I could handle. But when breasts and pussy are out there for the eyes to roam over, they’re going to roam.

Moving on, I turned back to Hekate and Chris. “Tell me you’re aware of what’s going on out there.”

Chris had just pulled on a pair of boxers, and was now finding his pants. “Yeah, that’s what the spell was for. Protection. We were getting ready to go on the offensive.”

“Before or after you heard from us?” Red asked.

He frowned at her, then turned back to me. “The thing was—”

“Did he just ignore me because I said his dong was funny looking?”

Chris glared at her, nodded curtly, and then said, “As I was saying, I’ve managed to get a few of the witches on our side.”

“Five,” the short one called out, voice higher pitched than I would’ve thought.

She, at least, was finally pulling a robe over herself. Only, as I cringed to see, it was the one Chris had been wiping himself with. She looked down and saw it too, cursed, and pulled it right back off. I quickly looked away.

“Okay, five witches,” Elisa said, folding her hands together. “We can work with that, I think.”

“And are we in a witch den or something?” I asked.

“This place?” Chris chuckled. “Shit, son, don’t you know? I had her open a portal here for a reason—we’re in the heart of it.”

“What do you mean?”

He pulled on his shirt now, finally fully dressed minus socks and shoes. “Right out there—not far off, is the catacombs. We go up here, we’re going to be in the heart of it.”

“Except…” Elisa frowned. “We don’t want to be in the heart of it. We need to find the Golden Goose.”

“The fuck you do,” Hekate said, staring her down. “It ain’t going to happen.”

“You want to explain to Nivian that Arthur is stuck in the Fae lands forever?” Red said. “Or…” She turned to Elisa, who stepped forward.

“Or try telling me you’re going to keep my brothers there as well, knowing there’s a way to avoid it?”

Hekate frowned at her, licked her lips, then sighed. “Fuck.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“We’re going to need to go into the mansion, where we’ll have information on how to find it, though of course it’s not there itself. You wait here and—”

“Not going to happen,” Elisa countered. “We’re going with you.”

Hekate opened her mouth to protest, but clearly thought better of it. With a nod toward the mansion and a worried look Chris’s way, she said, “Looks like it’s time to give them a tour.”

The worry in Chris’s eyes made my heart thud at the thought, but it was the next step in our journey, and a necessary one.

“Come on then,” Mirna said, gesturing to us. “We’ll need to cast an illusionary spell on the lot of you, and hope it holds. Because if not…”

“We’re all going to be fucked,” Chris finished for her.

60

Mirna and the other two witches quickly had us glamoured, with the help of the blue candles and some spell casting. Chris actually joined in the chant, a small bit of purple light coming from his fingertips as the spell had moved over us, making us all appear in the purple and black robes the witches mostly wore here.

“Not all witches dress that way, but it’s a sort of uniform when in the coven,” Hekate explained. “At least, this coven.”

“And they live here,” I asked. “Or is this like some school of witchcraft and wizardry?”

“A what?” Hekate asked, frowning.

Chris chuckled. “She’s just giving you a hard time. I asked the same thing—but no, no such things. This is more like a crazy cult, most of the witches here actually worshipping Hekate.”

“It’s not a cult,” Hekate countered. “And they only worship me in that they think I’m amazing. If I told them all to switch sides right now, we’d maybe get one or two out of the bunch.”

“Why don’t you?” I asked.

“Because the rest would turn on her,” Pucky explained. “And then we’d have to fight them all off.”

“Kill ‘em,” Sharon added. When the others looked at her, she shrugged. “It’s true. We’d be able to take them, but I imagine Hekate feels a special something here. No? Otherwise, why not?”

Hekate grunted, not saying anything more on the subject, and therefore confirming what Sharon had suggested. Either way, I was enjoying walking up the curved steps leading up to the mansion, knowing that I hadn’t had to drink any strange potions with people’s hair in them or whatever to get this look of being someone else. It was odd, seeing Red and the others in a way that almost made them look like stranger, but not quite. Something about the spell allowed us to sort of see the new version as a layer on top of the old, like a strange veneer covering the real us. We looked bizarre, I thought with a grin.

“What’re you smirking about?” Sharon asked as we reached the door.

Realizing how difficult this must be for her—entering a place that was not only part of the whole shadow world, but that embraced it full on—I wiped away my smile. Stepping aside, I held out an arm like I’d escort her in.

“Not here,” Hekate said, brushing past us and slamming my arm away.

“Gotta act the part,” Chris said as he followed.

Suddenly the fact that he’d survived this place and likely even started to fit in all made sense. He was my friend, but had always been a major douche. I nodded, standing a little taller and looking down my nose as stuck up asses often did, and followed. At least my new attitude earned a little chuckle from Pucky.

The mansion took on a whole new level