The Star: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel (Daughter Of The Moon Book 3) by H.P. Mallory

Author:H.P. Mallory [Mallory, H.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

The pressure in my bladder had reached its maximum limit, but all I could do was curse the stupid situation I’d gotten myself into.

I mean, it wasn’t like I could step away to relieve myself—not when I was held fast against the wall. But the truth of the matter was that my overburdened bladder was the least of my worries. What about the fact that I’d just spent the last hour helplessly restrained against the dining room wall by Luke’s glowing runes that were super uncomfortable? Nope—still not my biggest worry, even though the rune around my throat kept making me gag. The thing that was causing my stomach to churn was that I was stuck here, completely useless, while Valerian was left to his own defenses. And who knew what kind of horrors he was unleashing now that he had access to the room of The Star? Ugh—this whole stupid situation was all my fault, and that was the biggest kicker. If I made it into the moon’s book of records as ‘The Worst Daughter of the Moon’ ever, I wouldn’t have been surprised.

Interrupting my internal diatribe was the sound of clomping footsteps coming down the stairs, accompanied by Rocco’s gruff voice.

“I’m thinkin’ maybes I shouldn’ta eaten that pizza, yakkity-yak.”

“I’m in here!” I yelled out before remembering Valerian had placed some sort of sound-canceling spell on me, the bastard!

“Why? Ya gots the tummy rumbles o’ what?” Yolanda responded, clearly not having heard a word I’d just said.

“Nah,” Rocco replied as his hooves continued to boom down the stairs. “I’m just sayin’, that pizza got a real weird aftertaste.”

“Maybe that’s ‘cause it was sittin’ on your bed for a week.”

“Yeah, maybes,” Rocco answered with a sigh. “On second thought, maybe I do got the tummy rumbles.” There was a pause then, followed by the sound of the longest, loudest and wettest fart I’d ever heard.

“Oh. My. Gawd!” Yolanda cried. “That stench is gonna knock me right off your horn!”

“I ain’t makin’ this up—I got me a bad case o’ colon blow!”

“Next time, warn me ahead o’ time before you go off like that!”

“All right, all right. I’ll try to keep it in check, liver lips. But no promises, ya know how it is.” Rocco reached the bottom step and then started heading into the kitchen, which was beside the dining room. God, he was so close and yet I couldn’t do or say anything to grab his attention!

The quiet was interrupted by Rocco emitting another fart, this one sounding like a foghorn underwater.

“Ay, Dios mio, you’s a real piece o’ work!”

“Where the hell-balls is she?” Rocco asked, pausing in the kitchen momentarily before his hooves started clopping on the tile floor again. “One thing’s fer sure: she ain’t busy makin’ my breakfast!”

“An’ she ain’t in her room neitha!”

“That’s right, fruitcake.” More clomping of hooves. “She’s always off doin’ this, that, or the otha thing. I’ll tell you what—that old, nutty broad, Artemis, she always made sure I had me some food, ya know?”

“Yep, I know.

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