There's a Dungeon in My Basement 1: A Slice of Life Fantasy by Dante King

Author:Dante King [King, Dante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

At first, Caleb thought the honking was part of his dream.

He fumbled his way to consciousness slowly, the heat of the room lying on him like a thick blanket. From the way the light slanted through the backyard window, it was late in the morning indeed. He’d overslept. Snoozed right through his alarm…

He rolled onto his side and spied the gorgeous, naked elf lying next to him. A grin rose to his face. All of it had been real.

He hadn’t slept through his alarm—he’d forgotten to set it entirely. That hot, sweet night of passion with Eira had left him utterly drained, capable of doing nothing but holding the elf close and passing out with her in his arms.

Caleb spent a few moments examining Eira in the morning light. She was even more beautiful enveloped in its halo than she’d been kneeling in the moonlight. Her shoulders gently rose and fell as she snored, the curve of her hip like the hill on which his house stood.

She’s beautiful, he thought.

Another honk. He had a visitor.

The events of the previous night left him feeling so good that Caleb didn’t ponder the question of who’d come to visit him for more than a moment or two. Still smiling like the world’s luckiest fratboy, he rolled off the bed as quietly as he could and threw on a pair of boxer shorts, along with a thin cotton t-shirt he’d left on the floor a day or two ago. He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake up Eira. Let the elf girl sleep.

She’d earned it.

He had an extra spring in his step as he made his way down the stairs. Whoever this person was, they were about to see him in a very, very good mood. As he crossed the living room, Caleb tried to tick off on mental fingers who it could be. His grandfather’s lawyer, maybe? Some kind of delivery?

Perhaps it was someone from Wolfe’s Hollow. Everyone knew his grandfather intimately, it seemed—maybe someone had come to pay their respects. Like the lady at the paint store?

The car honked once more as Caleb approached the front door. He threw it open and stood in the doorway, his good cheer turning to shock as he saw what was waiting for him in his driveway.

It wasn’t someone from Wolfe’s Hollow. And it definitely wasn’t his grandfather’s lawyer.

Sitting just behind his truck at the end of the driveway was an oversized van—the kind with a special ramp on the side for wheelchairs to load and unload. The ramp was down, as it could be lowered and risen automatically, but the chair was still inside the van itself. As he knew it would be, the moment he saw it.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, her hand held just above the horn, was Yui.

It was a common misconception that people with Yui’s disability were unable to drive. The license plate on the front of the van proclaimed the vehicle

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