“Did you really call an igloo a bumhole?” Lynx chuckles.
“Well, isn’t that what everyone’s bumhole looks like?” Moni asks innocently. My jaw drops as I look around at the others to see if they will answer her or leave her hanging.
Wait, why are all of them looking at me? Oh. Oh,hellno.
‘You’re the best friend. Besides, Rezzi. Maybe a bumhole isn’t what we’re all really thinking. Just ask!’Lynx encourages before shutting the link. The coward.
“Moni, I think I’m just a little lost here. What kind of bumhole are you talking about, um, like where you…um…”
“Where you poop.” She thankfully saves me from having to say it. “You know, the firm bubble butt like Chestie’s, and then his tight hole that you have to sq?—”
I slap my hand over her mouth and pull her closer to whisper. “I swear to all the deities that if you care about our friendship and, more importantly, your mate, you willnotfinish that thought at all…not out loud or as an inner thought to torture JP. That’s just not a thought that should ever be visualized outside of ANYTHING. I love you, but I really don’t want to kill my bestie while trying to save Hell and your father right now. Got it?” She nods, and feeling that she understands the severity of things, I back up and see her wide-eyed expression and glitterbomb bark. “Good. Love ya, bestie!”
“Got it…no talking about Chestie butt.” She nods as her bark slowly returns to her greenish brown. It takes everything within me not to look at Chester, but I know he’s blushing like crazy.
JP clears his throat, pulling attention away from our awkward moment. “So Winter Wonderland is out. How about the desert oasis?”
“That’s simple if you’re calling it an oasis,” Ryker speaks up in a bored tone. “It’s a dried-up desert, nothing out there but fucking sand. No water, no trees, or shelter.”
We all turn and look at the only section that’s left.
“So, does everyone agree that this area looks dead to everyone?” Knots asks, sounding as defeated as we all feel already.
“Yep,” we all agree.
Honestly, this will either be the fastest death in the history of the Road of Worth, or we’re just lucky.
We slowly make our way across the snow-covered tundra and into an even harsher weather of dry air and almost complete darkness. There is no vegetation, water, or animals that we can see. Either that, or we’re scaring them off. The land is dead, except for a few scattered jewels that are embedded into the ground here and there. Thoughtfully, Levi throws up some light orbs, and Reaper does his impression of the Human Torch just to give us light as to where to walk.
“Let’s take a break and get our bearings,” Knox calls out, and I sag against him.
“Thank you. I’m dying of thirst and need to dig in my bag,” I mumble.
“I know, Kitten. Remember, I can feel you. But you don’t have to dig. Here’s a bottle,” he says, holding out a water bottle, and I almost cry in relief—that is, I would if I had any moisture in my body to produce tears.
I plop down on the hard ground and gently sip at the water, making sure not to upset my stomach. Reaper crawls into my lap and gives me a few kisses as I dig out a bowl and pour him the rest of the water. Grabbing a new bottle for myself, everyone else gathers around and takes a break. Reaper soon jumps up and runs over to the rest of the group, his tail whipping back, knocking over my drink and spilling the precious water onto the ground.
“Shit!” I scramble for the bottle as it rolls away from me and stops a few feet away, out of Levi’s perimeter of light. Grabbing my phone, I turn on my flashlight, and my mouth drops. “Hey guys! You might want to see this.”
I hear my friends join me, but I haven’t removed my eyes from the jewels before me.
“Am I really seeing this?” I ask, hopeful that it’s a clue, and see a light shine above me.
“I know I am,” Chester concurs, and everyone agrees.
The jewels I can’t seem to tear my eyes from aren’t the same ones we’ve been passing. At least, I hope they haven’t been there this whole time and we’ve been missing them.It would be our luck.These are slightly bigger than the random stones that have been planted into the ground as we’ve been walking, but these are in the shape of an arrow. Some are embedded into the ground, while others are lying on top. The ones on top aren’t pointing in the same direction as the ones that are rooted in the ground though. So, it seems this is another illusion as to which one to follow.
“I think we should follow it; I’ll take point,” Knots says, taking off with the orb above us.
That ass is going to be the death of us.
‘Will you wait so the ones of us that sat down our bags can grab theirs?’I ask, not at all waiting for an answer while I run back to pack my bag. As I hurry, I can hear JP.
“But which path do we follow though?” JP speaks up, and I’m grateful to him for asking the question I was thinking, if only to delay while I grab my bag. “See, the embedded ones are pointing to the right while the ones laying on top are pointing to the left. Which path?”
By the time I come back with my bag I find Knots, Ryker and JP in a heated debate.When did this happen?I didn’t even hear them while I was packing.
“Like I said, you’re both wrong,” Ryker insists.
