Monster Girl Islands 2 by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I woke up confused and a bit lightheaded, but otherwise in relatively good shape. It took me a few moments to get my bearings and figure out I was lying on a rather comfortable cot in the back of a dimly lit cave. I sat up slowly and saw I was alone for the moment, so I took the time to remember everything that happened prior to me ending up here.

My shoulder was bandaged, but I could feel the skin underneath was itchy and tight. Against my better judgment, I removed the linens to see shiny new scars shaped in the pattern of one of the gargoyle-cat’s claws. At the sight of the new scars, all of the events leading up to finding myself on a cot in a strange cave came rushing back to me. I didn’t know how long I had been out for, but it was long enough to fully heal from my wound, and that made me intensely anxious.

Where in the hell was everyone?

Be calm, dear one, my dragon intoned in my head. We are just outside and are on our way back to you.

“Thank you, George,” I groaned. “I’m more than interested in finding out what the ever-loving fuck happened here.”

“Daddy, you’re awake!” Marella gasped when she came through the entrance of the cave and ran straight to me.

I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could and was just thankful she was here, even if part of me wanted to throttle her for scaring the ever-loving shit out of me and everyone else.

“I’m awake,” I said and then narrowed my eyes at her, “but I am much more interested in hearing what that brain of yours was thinking, taking off like that.”

“I am to blame for that,” said the deep voice I remembered from before, “though not intentionally.”

I took this moment to turn and get a good look at the man in front of me. I knew these dragon-kin people aged extremely differently from what I was used to, but this man could have easily passed for no more than sixty human years. He had the same raven hair as Talise and Marella, and it was just barely salted with strands of gray. His scales were a deep bronze color that reflected the firelight, but they were nothing compared to the piercing sage green color of his eyes. They looked like eyes that saw everything, but his face was kind with just a shadow of crows’ feet and laugh lines.

“Yeah,” I growled as I looked up at the old man, “I am not big into mystic or cryptic bullshit. I prefer to be given the details I need straight without sugar coating it.”

“Very well.” The old man inclined his head. “I am Jonas, and I am Marella’s great-grandfather.”

“Jonas,” I echoed and blinked in surprise, “I remember Talise and Sela both speaking about you. They all assume you’re dead.”

“That was my intent when I left the village,” he scoffed, “to pass into the shadows and never become a burden on my family.

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