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rang between my ears loud and clear.
Stay away from Mo’s death .
Duh! I got the warning, but there was no chance that was going to happen.
The thing was, no one had known where I was headed because I had told no one. That meant I had been followed from either Mo’s mansion or the police station. I dismissed the idea of Parkinson telling someone; I was confident any and all secrets were safe with him.
Someone knew I was investigating Mo’s death and was willing to resort to violence to get me off the case. But would that elusive someone be willing to resort to extreme measures? That remained to be seen.
To turn my brain off, I turned the radio on.
“… two-seated plane crashed in the Pacific Ocean after a failed attempt to gain entry into the Sky Tree Aetharium. We’ve just been informed that the owners, two teenage boys from Arkansas, were found in an empty field in Hawaii with acute memory loss. The representative of the Aetharium, Senator Cavadell, had this to say: ‘Aetharium air space is sovereign territory of the Elven peoples, and as such is inviolate. Any and all intrusions will be met with superior force. We wish to uphold peace between our two species, naturally, but we will suffer no human invasions on our sacred lands, be they down on the ground or up in the clouds.’ As the senator verified, the two young men were returned with acute memory loss, yet safe and….”
These sorts of clashes between the mundane earth and the mythical realm were pretty commonplace these days, unfortunately. I wasn’t the only one who no longer batted an eye. Most of the mythical beings had fortified dwellings, magicks, high technology, large gatherings, or all of the above. Elves had the advantage of superior technology and cities high up in the sky or deep below the ocean surface, as such inaccessible through conventional means.
“… local news, a building has burned down in the Sunset District. Upon closer examination of the debris, a midsized phoenix nest was discovered, recently vacated. The fire marshal at the scene believes the hatching of the phoenix accounts for the fire and the ferocity with which the structure burned to cinders….”
At this point I tuned out and then turned the radio off. Whatever news was out there to be heard, I’d get the gist of it from Ford. He was an avid listener to everything around him, always keeping an ear to the ground.
Right then I missed him to bits, and I couldn’t wait to get him in my arms. My cock was at half-mast by the time I parked in the mall’s underground parking lot. Killing the engine and ending the vibrations did nothing to dampen my raging libido.
I texted Ford to get a bearing on him, and he replied immediately.
We met at the food court.
Or more to the point, I saw him across the food court, waving at me—just as the alarm bells sounded, a high-pitched noise cutting through the general background chatter.
Pink lights flashed all around, like a dozen strobe lights at a nightclub, and sugary sweet Muzak surrounded us. Then the giggles and delighted screams sounded, and I cursed out loud.
I ran toward a grinning Ford, and I wasn’t the only one running for cover.
The mall speakers rattled. “They’re coming…. Run! ” Before the alerting party got any further, he made a muffled groan, and then he started chortling like a hyena.
By then I had reached Ford.
Unfortunately, the moment I touched his arm, I felt the hit on my back.
I saw rainbow-colored bubbles floating and pink hearts dancing in my field of vision as the blow from a cupid’s bow reached my consciousness, tearing through my bloodstream and making its endorphin-induced way into my heart, groin, and senses.
And then all I saw was Ford, who was holding me upright, smiling. His pupils were as dilated as mine undoubtedly were. Lust coursed through my being, ripping away my defenses and my sense of public decency.
Vaguely, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little cupids flying
Stay away from Mo’s death .
Duh! I got the warning, but there was no chance that was going to happen.
The thing was, no one had known where I was headed because I had told no one. That meant I had been followed from either Mo’s mansion or the police station. I dismissed the idea of Parkinson telling someone; I was confident any and all secrets were safe with him.
Someone knew I was investigating Mo’s death and was willing to resort to violence to get me off the case. But would that elusive someone be willing to resort to extreme measures? That remained to be seen.
To turn my brain off, I turned the radio on.
“… two-seated plane crashed in the Pacific Ocean after a failed attempt to gain entry into the Sky Tree Aetharium. We’ve just been informed that the owners, two teenage boys from Arkansas, were found in an empty field in Hawaii with acute memory loss. The representative of the Aetharium, Senator Cavadell, had this to say: ‘Aetharium air space is sovereign territory of the Elven peoples, and as such is inviolate. Any and all intrusions will be met with superior force. We wish to uphold peace between our two species, naturally, but we will suffer no human invasions on our sacred lands, be they down on the ground or up in the clouds.’ As the senator verified, the two young men were returned with acute memory loss, yet safe and….”
These sorts of clashes between the mundane earth and the mythical realm were pretty commonplace these days, unfortunately. I wasn’t the only one who no longer batted an eye. Most of the mythical beings had fortified dwellings, magicks, high technology, large gatherings, or all of the above. Elves had the advantage of superior technology and cities high up in the sky or deep below the ocean surface, as such inaccessible through conventional means.
“… local news, a building has burned down in the Sunset District. Upon closer examination of the debris, a midsized phoenix nest was discovered, recently vacated. The fire marshal at the scene believes the hatching of the phoenix accounts for the fire and the ferocity with which the structure burned to cinders….”
At this point I tuned out and then turned the radio off. Whatever news was out there to be heard, I’d get the gist of it from Ford. He was an avid listener to everything around him, always keeping an ear to the ground.
Right then I missed him to bits, and I couldn’t wait to get him in my arms. My cock was at half-mast by the time I parked in the mall’s underground parking lot. Killing the engine and ending the vibrations did nothing to dampen my raging libido.
I texted Ford to get a bearing on him, and he replied immediately.
We met at the food court.
Or more to the point, I saw him across the food court, waving at me—just as the alarm bells sounded, a high-pitched noise cutting through the general background chatter.
Pink lights flashed all around, like a dozen strobe lights at a nightclub, and sugary sweet Muzak surrounded us. Then the giggles and delighted screams sounded, and I cursed out loud.
I ran toward a grinning Ford, and I wasn’t the only one running for cover.
The mall speakers rattled. “They’re coming…. Run! ” Before the alerting party got any further, he made a muffled groan, and then he started chortling like a hyena.
By then I had reached Ford.
Unfortunately, the moment I touched his arm, I felt the hit on my back.
I saw rainbow-colored bubbles floating and pink hearts dancing in my field of vision as the blow from a cupid’s bow reached my consciousness, tearing through my bloodstream and making its endorphin-induced way into my heart, groin, and senses.
And then all I saw was Ford, who was holding me upright, smiling. His pupils were as dilated as mine undoubtedly were. Lust coursed through my being, ripping away my defenses and my sense of public decency.
Vaguely, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little cupids flying
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