A Shaman's Power (Chronicles of an Urban Druid Book 8) by Auburn Tempest & Michael Anderle

Author:Auburn Tempest & Michael Anderle [Tempest, Auburn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

After a quick breakfast in our new digs, we leave Dionysus to work on his vine-swinging and head across the back lawn to the main house. We all want to check on Granda before our day starts and since he refused to stay at the clinic overnight, he’s inside the house.

“Tad brought him home late last night,” Calum says.

Sloan nods. “Yer Gran finally relented and agreed Lugh was well enough to come home. I think they both needed time in their climate to unwind after the events of the past few days.”

“I bet.”

“We didn’t mention yer brush with darkness last night. Nikon brought ye to us, and we figured they had enough to deal with. The danger had passed, and we knew ye would be fine by morning, so we left it unsaid.”

“Okay, good, but honestly, I’d like to understand more about Shamanism and how my astral self works. How did Samuel’s or Mingin’s attack affect my physical body? How is it that I can see the seam when I’m in that form but not normally? While I’m asking questions, why is the seam weakening? Are we patching it or fixing it?”

Dillan frowns. “No idea. You’re going to hang with the Fantastic Four today. Maybe ask them.”

“Yeah, if only I trusted them.”

“Good point,” Calum says.

“Well, Kev, Calum, and I can try to find some info while Aiden does the heir thing and Emmet does his fluffer thing.”

“Buffer, you asshole,” Emmet says. “I’m sick of your porn jokes. I’m enhancing the potency of the fertility spell not participating in a giant fae orgy.”

“Buffer…fluffer…same diff.” Dillan ducks, laughing as Emmet’s fist swings through the air.

“No, it’s not the same diff.”

“It is when your efforts end in the skin-slapping dance of twenty toes.”

“I don’t think all fae have toes,” Sloan adds.

“Not helping, Irish.” Emmet scowls.

“No. That was a good point.” Dillan dodges Emmet and zig-zags across the grassy yard. “How about horizontal hijinks? Screw. Bang. Bone. Ride. Score. Root. Shag. Insert the P into the V.”

Aiden’s laughing and shaking his head. “Face it, Em. Like it or not, you’re the fae wingman tonight.”

Calum pulls Kevin out of the way as the radius of the skirmish widens. “No worries, Fi. We’ll help Dillan and see what we can learn.”

Kevin nods. “We’ll give you the CliffsNotes version later.”

I laugh and jump out of the way as Emmet takes Dillan to the ground. “Awesome, thanks, guys. That would be a huge help.”

I’m still laughing about Emmet being a fae fluffer when it hits me. “Hold on. Dionysus is the god of fertility and wine, and he’s already here.” I turn back to the trees and press my fingers under my tongue. “Yo, Tarzan, you busy tonight?”

He flashes right in front of me and grins. “Why? What have you got in mind? Are your closed doors opening? Are you and Sir Serious ready to let loose?”

I laugh and wave that away. “Would you be interested in partaking in a fae fertility ritual to honor Ostara and keep Ireland green and reproductive?”

Dionysus arches a brow.

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