Page 2 of Total Lunar Eclipse
What a cock-sucking shit-bitch.
I change the subject before I get all butthurt over Fuck-O the clown again.
“I’m on a mission. To tell you guys to prepare to all go direct. Once I get to the twelfth realm and tell Arawn, I will make it happen. Nyam is. . . injured. . . and we need to get him help asap. I left him with. . .”
I trail off when I see his giant, green shoulders slump even more.
“Kane, what’s wrong. And don’t lie to me. I know something is wrong.”
“Sun’s. . . gone, Zahra.”
“Nyam’s dead?! What? How? How do you know?”
“I don’t feel my connection to him. I haven’t for a long time now.”
I frown, thinking, “But Caed didn’t say anything. . .”
Had he been trying to protect me?
“He probably doesn’t know. As the God of Expansion, everything is amplified for me, including our bonds. I can feel them, even stretched through the realms.”
“I. . .I. . . I didn’t tell him good-bye,” I mutter around the pain compressing inside my chest.
There is a physical ache in my heart and I suck in gasping breaths, trying to internalize this information. I recall Nyam telling me that gods don’t die though, but become essence.
“What about his essence?” I query in a rush, the words nearly jumbling in my excitement.
“I don’t know Zahra. . . I just know I can’t feel my connection to him. And his was the strongest since he was the most powerful.”
Kane runs a hand over his head and I take in his massive body. Even in this form, I’m reminded of his human beauty. I understand why he chose to be an Islander. His domicile is so reminiscent of the tropical paradises back home. It’s while studying him I notice a faint luminescence to his skin. . . similar to mine. . . and Nyam’s. . . and Bitchhole’s. . .
“Kane, why are you glowing?”
Another sigh.
“So much for subduing it. I guess its light and power can’t truly be suppressed.”
“That was a terrible answer,” I retort.
Another shrug.
Out of all the eight men, I never thought Kane would be the first I accidentally on purpose killed.
“This is the song that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on my friends. Somebody started singing it, not knowing-”
“What are you doing?” He interrupts.
“Just warbling out a tune. It’s fromLamb Chops, the jam of my long-forgotten youth. Where was I? Oh yes, somebody started singing it, not knowing what it was and they’ll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on my friends. Somebody started singing it, not knowing what it was and they’ll continue singing it forever just because. . .”
I continue singing it for another minute until I feel Kane’s hand clamp over my mouth.
“You win,lahela’iki.”
Damn straight I do.
“I’m waiting,” I sing in the same obnoxious voice.
I’m so endearing, aren’t I?
