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

That actually caused Mizoa to pause, although Gliten simply scoffed and continued her approach.

“Release her,” Gliten said.

“I’m telling you the truth,” I said. “Fully exposed, putting myself out there. What’s there to hide?”

Even Gliten paused at that, although it might have had more to do with her eyes roaming over me, a hint of a smile forming. God, I wasn’t trying to show off. It was just that I was already naked, and they had already seen it all. Using what I had available to make a point seemed to make sense.

“We’re all trying to find the others,” I said, seeing the opportunity and hopping on it. “Instead of fighting each other, instead of this…” I motioned at me, at Moronoe asleep in the ice. “Don’t you think there’s a better way?”

Gliten glanced back at Mizoa, noting the doubt there. When she turned back to me, there was at least a hint of curiosity. The green glow from her eyes faded slightly.

“Rune magic isn’t something most witches can do,” Moronoe said, causing me to jump. But, when I turned to her, she was still asleep. The voice wasn’t in my head, like with Riland, but coming from all around. “Thing is, I knew you were capable. And therefore, suspected you’d try this.”

“How does that… make… sense.” The words weren’t coming out any more, I realized. Even as I thought I was saying them, I wasn’t. Our surroundings blurred, colors mixing and flowing along amidst each other.

I wanted to shout out, to ask where I was, but the pain that hit me gave me the answer. Mostly because I wasn’t feeling it as myself, but in my real body, the body that I wasn’t occupying at the moment.

Knowing this, though, I was able to process where we were—and the answer was simply, inside my mind. Or my thoughts, maybe. And what made that horrible was the idea that she had been using rune magic on my mind. Horrible, and… exciting?

As the colors flowed around me, I focused and thrust out my hands. The colors stopped, Gliten and Mizoa watching me and our surroundings with confusion. Moronoe stood, ice melting from her body and hanging around her like a dress, not fully melted and not fully frozen.

She glared at me, then the frozen colors. “You’re stronger than I gave you credit for, aren’t you?”

“I’d like to think so,” I replied.

“Time to push the limits, then,” she countered, but before she could move, a voice reached me, a slight twitch in it. It didn’t say anything at first, more of a wordless call. Then it hit.

Take me, Mizoa’s voice was clear. Take me, now!

Of course, that could mean something very different in another setting, but I knew she was referring to Rianne and Avalon. The only problem was, I didn’t know if I could fully trust her. Regardless, we needed to get out of that situation, so I reached out a hand and mentally replied, Get me out of here, and I’ll bring you to her.

Waves of sand pelted me, tearing at my flesh through my barriers, and then there was something soft, warm, and pulsating. A body, nude. Mizoa! Her dress had unraveled out around her and behind, then suddenly shot forward and took us both, sling-shotting us out of there.

“TRAITOR!” was the last thing we heard, echoing up from Moronoe.

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Mizoa’s nude body was still pressed to me, torn clothes all around us, some draped over her shoulders. Fucking hell, something hurt—ah, it was my bleeding scrotum.

“Allow me,” she said, noticing and running a glowing finger along it. Her healing touch tingled, causing me to moan with pleasure. The only way I kept myself from getting hard again was to imagine her as E.T., that healing touch being his as he said, “Ouchhhh.”

It worked, at least, as did the healing.

“Thank you,” I said, trying to think of her like a doctor. A nude, very beautiful doctor.

Don’t get me wrong, this lady was gorgeous. Stunning. But not one of mine. Not on the team. And that meant she wasn’t of interest to me, in that way.

I sat up, very conscious of Mizoa’s eyes on me, and even more conscious of the fact that I was nude and she had just healed my scrotum with a gentle touch. But what caught my attention for a brief moment, almost long enough to distract me from those thoughts, was the beauty of our surroundings.

This was a different part of Avalon than any I had been to before.

“Home,” Mizoa said, standing, hands clutched to her chest, eyes glistening. “As beautiful as I’d imagined it.”

“Did you imagine coming without clothes?”

She eyed me, even smiled, and then started walking. “What better way for a man and a woman to walk in the Garden of Eden?”

“Sorry, but you’re not Eve, and I’m not Adam.”

“Aren’t we, though?” She spun, hands moving to her hips as she eyed me. “You and I, in this place of paradise. We could recline on each other’s flesh, stare up at the clouds… make love.”

“Don’t.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Ohhh, I get it.”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t ever apologize for your sexuality. You want to go pole-hopping or whatever you call it, be my guest. Maybe we can bring you a sweet treat, one you can suck on all day. The three of us could be happy.”

“Stop.” I held up a hand, trying to block that image from my mind. “No, I—it’s just that I already have ladies in my life.”

“More than one lady?” She laughed. “At least you’re putting that gorgeous meat-stick of yours to good use, then.”

I nodded, feeling more uncomfortable now that she had complimented my dick. “I am, thank you.”

With a shrug, she turned and started walking again, but after a moment, spun back around and laughed with a toss of her hair. “Hold. Isn’t it you who should be leading me?”

“Right. Only, I don’t know where she would be.”

“But you do know who we’re looking for?”

I