Oh It's Magic

The sky rumbled out a warning and Máahes glared upwards to challenge the heavens themselves to try to stop him. Satisfied with his show of defiance, he rested his forehead against the cool glass. Moonlight spilled through the small window casting a pale illumination over the figure in the iron-filigreed bed. The wrinkled pale blue sheet gathered in bunches around a shapely mahogany thigh, framing it like a well cared for masterpiece. The window was opened a few inches and the chilled evening air caressed her exposed skin, raising tiny goosebumps wherever it touched.

The woman moaned and turned on her stomach, her legs twisting themselves up in the pale blue and white linens. She breathed slowly and deep, never knowing that eyes watched her intently through the thin pane of glass. Strands of blueish-purple hair spread out upon the oversized black velvet body pillow and over the arm that draped over it. Her muscular back was revealed now that the position of the sheets had shifted.

His gaze traveled from the deep scars along her back and legs to the various marks scattered across her body. There was a story there, and Máahes was curious to find out more of this young human’s tale. Every inch of her body spoke about what a strong woman Juniper Andrews was. She’d need every bit of that strength for what was ahead.

Heka’s firm hands gripped Máahes’ shoulders, signaling him it was time to go. Neither man said a word. This was not a moment for discussion or debate. Now was a time of action. Soon they would take the first step toward eternity. The sands of the hourglass trickled away with each passing moon drawing closer to that fate, no matter what it held in store for them all.

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