Retrograde (A Reverse Harem Fantasy Novel) (The Afflicted Zodiac Book 2) by M.J. Marstens

Author:M.J. Marstens [Marstens, M.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

ZAHRA

I probably should’ve looked first.

At least I make it to the tree. . . but I also get a mouthful of twigs and leaves. Nyam has climbed back up to me and picks me up to settle me in his lap.

“Hold on,” is all he says before we begin skidding down the trunk at breakneck speed.

About half-way down, we encounter our first. . . uh, fae. Nyam wasn’t joking. . . it just looks like moving mold. . . with eyes. . . and a mouth. . . full of razor-sharp teeth. I try to burrow myself deeper into the Sun god holding me. Luckily, he has a better plan and he starts cremating the creepy little suckers as they get closer.

But they outnumber us five-to-one and are scurrying too rapidly for Nyam to blast each one. Dammit, it’s time for me to suck it up (again) and step up. Recalling my earlier rage at Caed (for being an honest dickhead and telling me that he and the guys had thought I was Queen Crazy Bitch and had planned on killing me), I let my hand turn into a weapon of immediate mass destruction.

Note to self: Turning myself into things back and forth is a cinch. . . as long as I don’t panic. . . like I did when I had a peach for a hand. But let’s be real- who wouldn’t be a smidge anxious over something like that, right?

Arching my arm wide (while trying not to hit either Nyam or myself), I start demolishing the moving fungus with my hammer fist. Take that, you bathroom scum!

A quick question for you: is bathroom scum a type of fungus?

Your answer: it’s not relevant?!

I think a potentially moldy bathtub is something to look into. . .

You know, just in case. . . in the highly unlikely event your bathroom scum turns into some living creature and tries to eat you. . .

I got your back, Trust Tree friend.

Now have mine and help me decimate these shrooms!

I take out a row of three oozing, yeasty things and feel victorious. Leaning left and right, I swing my hammer fist. I’m actually so damn good at it that Nyam pauses to watch me battle the mold. I smash another five creatures, but the sixth jumps over his flattened brethren, sailing right at my face. Acting on instinct, I turn my hands into giant cymbals and slam them together, trapping and killing the thing before it can get to me.

Tipping my head towards the sky, I shout, “THIS. IS. SPARTA!”

“No, this is the fourth dimension and it hasn’t even begun,” Nyam returns.

Why the fuck does he have to ruin everything for me?!

I peer around; we are rapidly getting closer to the black hole thingy. . . but I can see what Nyam meant. . . being closer to the ground, mold beings are just pouring out of it.

Instantly, my hands become hands again and I return to my original state of panic. Added to that, I now feel a slight resistance that only becomes stronger the closer we get to the opening.

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