Page 30 of Another Underworld

Half of me wanted the rest of the story. The other half of me was horrified that I now had a f-ed up visual in my head of my agent on the bathroom floor at the Grammys with an electric cucumber in her hoo-hoo.

My friends were not boring. Crazy? Absolutely. Boring? Absolutely not.

I spared a quick glance at Tiny, who was as red as a tomato but laughing at the horror story Cher had just over-shared.

“Well, thank you… I guess,” I told the Angel with a pained laugh.

“Welcome,” Cher said, pulling out a six-pack of wine coolers and offering them around.

I passed. Fifi passed. Pandora passed. Tiny did not. I had a feeling he and Cher could be buddies.

“How will we find you when we come back?” Fifi asked, concerned.

“That’s a really good question,” I told her, unsure of the answer.

“For the love of everything stupid,” Pandora groused. “Seriously?”

I raised my hands to electrocute her. Her eyes grew round, and she sank back in her chair.

“Would you like to rephrase that using kinder words and a nicer tone?” I inquired.

“Are you going to electrocute me if I don’t?” she asked.

“I am.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. If you want the grenade loving freak and the batshit crazy Angel to be able to find you, exchange a few drops of blood with each. You’ll be able to track each other for forty-eight to seventy-two hours. That should be enough.”

“What about the time thing?” I asked, pulling a dagger from my belt.

“Won’t make a difference,” Pandora said. “It’s seventy-two hours no matter where you are and how much time has passed.”

I squinted at her.

“Don’t ask for an explanation that you can’t comprehend,” she snapped. “Just trust me that it will work.”

I dropped my hands to my sides. She’d saved herself… this time. “Thank you, Pandora.”

“I prefer it when you address me as Stinky Whore. Makes me feel less bad about calling you Bitch.”

“I can work with that, Stinky Whore,” I said as I pricked my pointer finger then handed the dagger to Fifi.

She pricked her finger, and Cher did as well. I quickly pressed my bleeding finger against both of my buddies’ wounds. The little zing that went through me as our blood exchanged tickled.

“You gals ready to go?” I asked, giving each a hug.

“Was born ready,” Cher said with a laugh.

“Ready and raring,” Fifi added.

The two Immortals joined hands, and in a blast of gold and shimmering white mist they disappeared. I hoped that I’d made the right decision. Only hindsight was 20/20. I’d just have to wait and see.

Abaddon stuck his head into the tent and looked around in confusion. I quickly explained the plan. He pondered it for a moment then nodded.

“I think we should gather the troops and leave,” he said. “The fruit worked fast. Everyone is at full capacity. No use being sitting ducks when we’re in top condition.”

“Tiny,” I said, standing up. “Please let the Demons know we’re out of here. It’s probably smarter to travel with this many people in the dark.”

“As you wish, Bitch Goddess Cecily.” He bowed before he quickly exited the tent.

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