“I am, Daisy,”It replied.“I shall not bother you until necessary.”
“Works for me.”
Gideon was laying it all out. “Goal is getting Alana Catherine to safety. I fear we’ll have to break the spell before we do that. Everyone here will protect both Daisy and Alana Catherine while Daisy breaks the spell with Hemah. If Uranus comes back, go after It. Only Alana Catherine can truly end the monster, but with the insane skill of this group, we can slow the bastard down.”
“And I shall aid you,” Chamuel announced. “I’m aware of Uranus’ weak spots. As I see them, I will make you aware as well.”
“I’ll protect Jennifer,” Tim announced. “My daughter is amazing, but not much of a fighter. She’s a warrior, but not the bloody kind.”
“True that,” Jennifer said with a chuckle. “I’ll plant myself near Daisy and help with Alana Catherine any way I can.”
“And I, Shitty Ritchie, shall take on the attributes of the sexy and manly honey badger,” he announced. “I will not give a fuck while I fuck shit up! I am the MAN!
“Alright, motherhumpers,” Candy Vargo said, pulling out a sword. “We ready?”
We were.
I wanted my baby to come home.
It was way past time.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Chamuel floatedclose to the grass to search for booby traps as we carefully and silently made our way to the opening in the ground. Thanks to Jennifer’s counterpart doing Its due diligence, we were able to avoid twelve landmines that would’ve not only alerted Uriel to our presence, but they would’ve also done some real damage.
Our destination was the gaping crevasse that had ripped a deep scar across the area. It was at least twelve feet wide and fifty feet long. I looked down to gauge the depth and groaned. The bottom was nowhere in sight. It was just a dark, scary hole of nothingness.
“How deep does this fucker go?” Candy asked Chamuel.
The ghost looked down. “Two-hundred feet—possibly three-hundred. Jagged rocks and hard tree roots are sticking out of the walls all the way down.”
“That would’ve been excellent information to have had earlier,” I told It.
“Doesn’t matter now.” Gideon frowned as he stared at the final obstacle to getting our daughter back. “It is what it is.”
“And what it is, is a fucking shitshow,” Candy concluded.
I couldn’t agree more.
“What should we do?” Tim asked, looking into the hole with concern. “Jump?”
“That doesn’t sound like a great plan,” Shitty Ritchie said, peeking over the edge. “I know we heal fast, but if we lose our appendages, that would suck.”
“Ass,” Candy Vargo added. “It would suck ass.”
“Transport?” Jennifer suggested. “Climb down?”
“Possibly,” I told her, looking over at Gideon to see what he thought.
My person was removing his clothes. Not all of them. Just his shirt. I knew immediately what he was about to do.
Shitty Ritchie did not know, but clearly figured when in Crazy Town… The tiny dummy ripped his Atlanta Braves jersey off and was going for his jeans next. He was about to be in his birthday suit.
“Stop, dude,” I said. “Gideon isn’t stripping.”
“He’s not?” Shitty Ritchie asked.
“Nope,” I assured him.
