lovebirds to draw closer.” Cocking her head she said, “You told me you’d back me on this, Dites. I really need you to be okay with this. Trust me.”
She held her breath. She didn’t need Dites’s go ahead to do what she was going to do, but she wanted it. It was important to her that Aphrodite said yes.
Aphrodite, who had as much of a penchant for pranks as Caly did, finally capitulated and said with a snicker, “Well, as long as Them doesn’t find out.”
Calypso released her pent-up breath and smiled broadly. “Good. This is good. And I promise. It’s going to be great fun.”
“It always is with you, Cal. It always is.”
~*~
Baba Yaga
They sat in front of the fire, bellies full of water, but still growling due to a lack of protein or carbohydrates. Baba was trying to analyze why she felt so funny. True, she was hungry, and her stomach was definitely letting her know it. But it was more than that.
Frowning, she looked over at Freyr, shocked to note he’d been studying her as well.
Not at all embarrassed to be caught staring, he lifted a brow and grinned. “What is it, love?”
She groaned but opted against chastising him. After hearing it so many times, she was growing used to the sound. “Not sure.” She shrugged. “I feel strange.”
Immediately, the laughter on his face died down, and he looked at her seriously. “Did they hurt you?”
He reached out a hand, as though to assess her condition, but she swatted that sexy hand away.
“No touching.”
He grumped, tossed her a dirty look, and sighed.
They’d sailed for hours after their theatrical escape. Baba could only assume that it was because neither one of them had actually managed to kill the other’s mate. True, she’d stabbed Owiot through his foot. But it was not a deathblow.
She and Freyr had been forced to endure twelve hours trapped in that maze of sand and surf. They’d hoped to at least catch a few fish, something to fill their bellies with, but the realm had been flat and devoid of life except for the flies Freyr had decided no longer tasted quite as good .
She’d not seen Fable or Owiot at all after their departure, but she’d felt the dark queen’s wrath the entire time. The waters had been far from calm for their voyage into nowhere. No, the strangeness began to occur in the water.
She shook her head. “They didn’t hurt me, though I still haven’t forgiven you for poking your head out of my corset at the most inopportune time.”
He smirked, that teasing light back. “Yes, well. Can you blame me? Those breasts of yours, while magnificent, are rather suffocating after a while. Apparently, too much of a good thing really is bad.”
She laughed. He did that to her, made her see the humor in just about everything. Yes, the male was beautiful. Fertility gods usually were, but she was coming to realize that she liked the idiot. A lot actually.
His lips twitched in response. “You should do that more often. You know.”
“ Pft. ” She swatted at his words. “I’ve been told laughter is a disease of the soul.”
He snorted, eyes dancing. “First I’ve heard of it.”
She toyed with the tip of her blade. “It’s true. Apparently, humor turns one into a happy person. Gods forbid. Fate worse than death.”
She shuddered, and he chortled.
“You’re an odd creature.”
But the way he said it made it feel more like a compliment then a put-down. She glanced down at her feet, still feeling that strange creeping sensation slink around inside her.
They settled into another contemplative silence broken only when he whispered, “I’m rather fond of purple fire.”
She smiled. A moment later, her stomach grumbled loudly.
“Did you hear that farting dragon?”
She stuck out her tongue. “Oh, shut it. You know damn well it was me.”
Farting dragon indeed. What an idiot . The thought, however, had no sting to it.
“We need to find food. If we don’t, I fear I might eat an arm soon.” He looked down
She held her breath. She didn’t need Dites’s go ahead to do what she was going to do, but she wanted it. It was important to her that Aphrodite said yes.
Aphrodite, who had as much of a penchant for pranks as Caly did, finally capitulated and said with a snicker, “Well, as long as Them doesn’t find out.”
Calypso released her pent-up breath and smiled broadly. “Good. This is good. And I promise. It’s going to be great fun.”
“It always is with you, Cal. It always is.”
~*~
Baba Yaga
They sat in front of the fire, bellies full of water, but still growling due to a lack of protein or carbohydrates. Baba was trying to analyze why she felt so funny. True, she was hungry, and her stomach was definitely letting her know it. But it was more than that.
Frowning, she looked over at Freyr, shocked to note he’d been studying her as well.
Not at all embarrassed to be caught staring, he lifted a brow and grinned. “What is it, love?”
She groaned but opted against chastising him. After hearing it so many times, she was growing used to the sound. “Not sure.” She shrugged. “I feel strange.”
Immediately, the laughter on his face died down, and he looked at her seriously. “Did they hurt you?”
He reached out a hand, as though to assess her condition, but she swatted that sexy hand away.
“No touching.”
He grumped, tossed her a dirty look, and sighed.
They’d sailed for hours after their theatrical escape. Baba could only assume that it was because neither one of them had actually managed to kill the other’s mate. True, she’d stabbed Owiot through his foot. But it was not a deathblow.
She and Freyr had been forced to endure twelve hours trapped in that maze of sand and surf. They’d hoped to at least catch a few fish, something to fill their bellies with, but the realm had been flat and devoid of life except for the flies Freyr had decided no longer tasted quite as good .
She’d not seen Fable or Owiot at all after their departure, but she’d felt the dark queen’s wrath the entire time. The waters had been far from calm for their voyage into nowhere. No, the strangeness began to occur in the water.
She shook her head. “They didn’t hurt me, though I still haven’t forgiven you for poking your head out of my corset at the most inopportune time.”
He smirked, that teasing light back. “Yes, well. Can you blame me? Those breasts of yours, while magnificent, are rather suffocating after a while. Apparently, too much of a good thing really is bad.”
She laughed. He did that to her, made her see the humor in just about everything. Yes, the male was beautiful. Fertility gods usually were, but she was coming to realize that she liked the idiot. A lot actually.
His lips twitched in response. “You should do that more often. You know.”
“ Pft. ” She swatted at his words. “I’ve been told laughter is a disease of the soul.”
He snorted, eyes dancing. “First I’ve heard of it.”
She toyed with the tip of her blade. “It’s true. Apparently, humor turns one into a happy person. Gods forbid. Fate worse than death.”
She shuddered, and he chortled.
“You’re an odd creature.”
But the way he said it made it feel more like a compliment then a put-down. She glanced down at her feet, still feeling that strange creeping sensation slink around inside her.
They settled into another contemplative silence broken only when he whispered, “I’m rather fond of purple fire.”
She smiled. A moment later, her stomach grumbled loudly.
“Did you hear that farting dragon?”
She stuck out her tongue. “Oh, shut it. You know damn well it was me.”
Farting dragon indeed. What an idiot . The thought, however, had no sting to it.
“We need to find food. If we don’t, I fear I might eat an arm soon.” He looked down
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