The mayor's face contorted with rage. "Find her. Now. Take her to your cabin and don't let her leave until this... situation... resolves itself. The last thing this town needs is a human in heat trying to mount every vertical structure she encounters!"
I pranced on my feet, my wings fluttering. Maybe she would be so horny she won’t care that I really am a Mothman.
Lucien cleared his throat, antennae twitching nervously. "Not that I'm questioning your judgment, Mr. Mayor, but what's with the entourage?" His eyes darted between the Horseman and the Skinwalker, who seemed to loom larger by the second.
Hollow’s eyes narrowed to slits. "Let's just say that woman mistook me for you in the dark, and I barely escaped with my dignity intact."
Chapter Eighteen
Kassie
The wind tickled my bare back. I smiled, snuggling my face into the pillow further, only to realize if I felt the cool air, it meant thatsomeonewas gone. Atlas wasn't there to offer me warmth.
I turned over, seeing that the sun was already halfway across the sky.
Of course he would have left; this was supposed to be a dream.
Flipping the covers over, I checked for any remnants of the copious amount of come that might have been left behind. I was mostly clean, but it was easy to tell the job had been poorly done.I could feel places on my stomach where it had dried against my skin. My underwear, shorts, and stockings were gone too. My bra was the only thing remaining.
He was the worst at trying to pretend this was a dream. Was he trying to get caught? I smiled and reached for my phone.
I wondered if he had tried to text me, to ask how my night was. He wasn’t very familiar with cell phones. When I first gave him my number, he told me he didn’t text much.
Who doesn’t know how to text? For someone who appeared very human-like, he doesn’t know how to text?
I frowned in disappointment when I saw only a text message from the morning before. It was a tree emoji, a heart, and lips. Once he figured out the little pictures, he hadn’t stopped using them. I had to figure out what they meant half the time, because most of the time they didn’t make any sense.
Atlas probably thought the same of me because I once sent the “okay” hand sign with a finger pointing into the hole. He left it on read for a good five minutes before asking what that meant.
The eggplant was the funniest one.
Atlas:What does the eggplant mean?
Kassie:Eggplant means dick. Everyone uses it for that.
Atlas:???
Atlas:But a dick doesn’t look anything like an eggplant. Dicks look more like carrots than any other vegetables.
Kassie:ROTFL I didn’t make it up, someone else did.
Atlas:Someone doesn’t know their vegetables, or someone did not know what a male appendage looks like. How would a female be able to insert that monstrosity into their…
Kassie:Carefully? The vagina can be stretched, you know.Winky face
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretching out like a cat who'd spent too long napping in the sunlight. The room was a mess. Clothes were strewn about as if a tornado had touched down in a thrift store. I stumbled over to my dresser, digging out a clean pair of underwear and a ratty old t-shirt that had seen better days.
As I pulled the shirt over my head, I caught a whiff of something. It smelled like Atlas. That weird, woodsy scent that always clung to him, like he'd just rolled out of a forest. I pressed the shirt to my nose, taking a deep breath. It was comforting, in a strange way.
I made my way downstairs and padded out to the kitchen. The counter was a disaster: empty cups, a cereal box left open, an empty egg carton and a half gallon of milk. I sighed, filled the kettle with water and set it to boil.
This wasn’t like Harlow. Was she still sick?
I should probably help more. I’m a terrible roommate.
She usually kicked me out half the time, though, because this was her recording space…
While I waited, I leaned against the counter, scrolling through my phone. Nothing new from Atlas. I tapped out a quick message, thumbs flying over the keys.
