Page 18 of Total Lunar Eclipse
Caed snorts.
“I sure as shit hope not. I love you,little girl, but you’renotfucking my ass.”
“Even if I have a big co-”
“Enough! Jesus, Zahra, shut it before you grow something to put all of us to shame. Now just go find Uranus, please.”
I frown fiercely at the man before trudging off to find the rebellious half of my twins. I make sure to toss a glare or two back at Caed and Khal, but both seem unfazed by murderous looks. They stay there, making sure I’m gone. Well, Zahra Delsol doesn’t forget. She also holds a grudge. And talks about herself in third person when pissed. One day, when neither expect it, I’m going to manifest the most impressive dick known to the universe. And then, I’m going to bend them over my root beer barrel and rail the shit out of them. It’ll be the best surprise butt-sex moment in the history of unsuspecting anal.
I turn my attention to finding Uran, content with my sadistic plans for the future.
I don’t have a connection to him, and Caed’s shut himself off from me mentally, so I can’t follow him and Khal. I wonder what those two are really up to, because it makes more sense that they find Uran rather than me, since both have a soul bond with him. I, on the other hand, could search for Lina just fine. . . since I unfortunately have a link with her, too. Damn bossy assrashes. They can’t tell me what to do. I march back to where we were originally, but of course, they’re gone. I reach out as craftily as I can to sense Caed without him knowing, but instead, feel an odd tug inside my stomach.
Unnerved, I quickly look down, but nothing looks amiss. I look around, in case I’m missing something, but it appears I’m alone. Between us, Trust Tree Sisters, I’m terrified. With my luck, Bitchhole can make herself invisible and has stabbed me with an invisible shank she made out of garnets. I cup my stomach in an attempt to keep my innards from spilling out.
A minute or two passes and I realize my guts are perfectly intact. I straighten up and wait. This time when I feel the tug, I recognize it for what it is: a soul link. It’s so very faint in comparison to what I feel with Caed, I have no idea whose it is. Then it hits me:Lina! I walk off in the direction of the tug, formulating a new sodomizing plan. It’s time that Bitchhole got a taste of her own medicine. In fact, she’s the first person I should bend over my root beer barrel.
Paybacks are a bitch.
A motherfuckingninja-surprise-butt-sexbitch.
As I follow the tug, I expect it to get stronger as I get closer, but nothing really changes. Except, as I get closer, I feel a sense of. . . urgency. It kicks my feet up into a jog and then a dead sprint. I must subconsciously be really excited about the idea of, what did Khal call it? Oh yes,ninja pegging. I must be really excited at the idea of ninja pegging Lina into dust if I’m actually running. Anything beyond a sedate walk is the bane of my existence. My gym teacher probably thought I was hemorrhaging to death because I always had my period and couldn’t run laps.
I follow the tug until I come upon a cave entrance. Unease fills me. We all remember what happened the last time I was in moon cave, right? Oh, you don’t? Well, here’s a refresher: Lina tried to kill me. With a giant pair of bloodied pliers. Because I called her hoary. That might not actually be the underlying reason, but that’s moot. The bottom line of the recap: she tried to freaking killing me. Now that I think about it, I’ve had some pretty close calls with that hoar (that’s just a really white person). Do I really want another?
Trust me when I say that my logical side (and I do have one) saysno, but this tug inside of me saysfuck logic; prepare to die, bitch. I’m really not a fan of this tug, but I follow it into the eerily, glowing cave. I walk from cavern to cavern, searching. I finally come to a wall and I know Lina is on the other side. I’m so much better at sleuthing than Caed and Khal. I found the Bitchhole first, but now, how do I sneak up and spy on her? I need to make a hole in the cave wall so I can see.
A drill will make too much noise. . .
What else can I use to make a hole?
I almost smack myself on the forehead. I don’t need any tools; I’m a goddess, for fuck’s sake.I’ve got the power. I hum the nineties song in my head while manifesting a peeping hole. I look inside what appears to be a closed chamber. The room is not very large and seems empty. I stand there for a good ten minutes, staring, feeling the tug, but seeing nothing. Finally, I sayfuck it(that book is still empowering me, today) and manifest myself into the chamber, hands ready in akung fufighting position. When Lina doesn’t attack me, I cautiously lower my arms and look around.
The stone here is different. Smoother and variegated in coloring from gray to white to a creamy light yellow. It’s moonstone, I realize. And surrounding the moonstone are pearls of every size and color. These are Lina’s gems; the power stones of the Moon. I walk up and reach out a hand to touch one of the enameled walls and I can feel the power thrum under my palm. I glide my hand along the moonstone and let out a startled yelp of surprise when another hand shoots out frominsidethe moonstone to rest against mine.
I fall to my pink ass and gape as a face presses against the gemmed wall and slowly swims into focus.
It’s Vesta.
Or Mrs. Gerty, I should say.
Slowly, another person forms next to her.
Edgar, in his Chiron form.
“Mrs. Gerty? Edgar? Guys? Can you hear me?”
I see their mouths moving, but no sound comes out. Mrs. Gerty is moving her hands rapidly, and I wonder if she thinks I know sign language. I don’t, in case you were wondering. I never even once checked out a book to give her this impression. I see her blank, white eyes flash with frustration when I stand there doing nothing. How the hell did they get in here anyway? Are they stuck or imprisoned? Edgar the Centaur leaves and Mrs. Gerty again attempts a futile conversation.
Eventually, she gives up.
Smart woman.
We stand there, staring at one another; me, wondering how to set her free, and her, probably wondering why I had to be the one to stumble upon her. Suddenly, Edgar comes back into focus, and he pushes three unearthly women into the moonstone. They remind me of Vesta, but their coloring is all unique. Where Vesta is all white, one is all brown. Another is orange. And the last is a lovely violet-pink that I envy.
How come she gets to be the rockin’ magenta?!
Vesta seems to be waiting for some kind of reaction, and I indicate to my arm, hoping she understands why I’m wondering how I got stuck being bubblegum pink while this new chick gets a much better shade of the horrid color. She glares at me like I’m stupid, and I resist the urge to flip her off. Mrs. Gerty better watch her ass before I decide to add it to my barrel-bending list. She starts signing again, but this time, it looks like she’s drawing pictures.
