Page 10 of Total Lunar Eclipse
“No.”
“Oh, I thought you might be interested in. . . my creations.”
I try not to sound. . .miffed.. . that my handiwork has not piqued her. Zahra’s face looks almost. . .disappointed. I reach out to her mentally, wondering if something else is wrong. I root around in her thoughts and try not to feel insulted.
Damn woman is wondering ifthis is all there is.
I made fucking elephants and giraffes and other unspeakable animals, and she is not impressed?!
“I guess I thought there would be more, is all,” she comments.
“Well, there is,” I defend. “I have animals here like you have never imagined.”
“Like what?” Saturn chimes in like a dick.
“Yeah, like what?” Zahra seconds.
I glare at the red fucker messing with my mojo.
A stupid thing for him to do, considering we are in my realm. . . .
“I mean. . . do you have anything like. . .WHOA!?” Zahra asks, throwing her arms out in front of her for emphasis.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” I ask no one in particular, namely because Saturn wouldn’t answer and Zahra probably has no clue what she’s talking about. . . as usual.
“Excuse me?!” She shrieks.
Of course, of all the thoughts running through my head, she latches onto that one.
“I know exactly what I’m talking about. You got yourself a nutypus?Hmmm?Or a Cuntosaurus Rex? What about an unidick? Huh?! Well, do ya?”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A NUTYPUS?!” I shout, finally losing my shit at her ridiculous antics.
“It’s a. . . kind of a. . . you know. . . like a platypus, but. . . I’m having a hard time envisioning it.”
She closes her eyes and scrunches up her nose, like she’s in deep concentration.
While she is otherwise engaged, I resume glaring at the dickhole God of Control.
But the jackass isn’t paying me any attention. He’s looking at something over my shoulder and his features are painted in disbelieving horror. I whirl around, expecting Lina. . .
Instead, I find a duck-billed platypus. . . with a fucking set of balls on the end of its bill.
Saturn and I both groan. Zahra’s eyes pop open and follow our gaze and then light up.
“A nutypus is like that!” She yells excitedly, pointing at the absurd creature.
Saturn is silently dying of laughter.
“I’m this close to laying you out,”I warn him mentally.
“The fucking thing is tea bagging itself!”He hoots in my head, losing his shit.
“So you do have one!” Zahra accuses me, taking my rage from Saturn to her.
I give her a baleful look, loaded with venom.
I feel her reach out for our mental connection and cringe when she realizesshecreated the infernal creature.
