frustration. Nope, he looks annoyed with me. Why does
that not bother me as much as it should?
"So...another question please." My voice
shook with a tiny touch of panic.
"Yeeeeesss?" He drew out the word so long
that I could tell that he couldn't wait to get the
conversation over with. My womanstincts (you know, a mix between
woman's intuition and your natural instincts) were screaming that I
needed to get the show on the road. So I did.
"What have you brought me here for?" My eyes
zeroed in on his massive face and my strength instantly began to
wane as my knees wobbled uncontrollably.
His was the face of a bull mastiff if you
know anything about dogs. That particular dog has a face as
wide as your chest in certain instances. That dog has a face
that looks like it's been smashed up against a glass window all of
its life. That dog has a mouthful of teeth that are just
intimidating enough to make you pee yourself if you ever have the
misfortune to be growled at by one in close proximity. How do I
know? Don't ask.
The giant, let's call him Andre, looked
around the void as he uncrossed his arms to allow them to drift
down to his sides. Confusion had the nerve to flash across his
mastiff face and a huge question mark seemed to form over his
monster-sized head.
"What da ye mean 'what have ye
brought me here fo'? I did 'na bring ye here, lass." He shook his
head as he began to pace around me, clearly assessing the goods.
Honestly, his scrutiny was much weirder than even Leo (my now sworn
protector and demon king friend) checking me out from head to toe.
It was absolutely unsettling...and creepy.
Something struck me as I fought not to cover
myself with my shaky hands. "You weren't speaking with an accent
before...why now? And what is that? Scottish brogue? Are you kidding me?" A laugh escaped my lips until I caught his
warning glance. He had a stern air about him but, for a brief
moment, I felt more in control of the direction we were headed. I
had no idea why, but it felt like the situation had shifted in one
way or another.
Andre's eyes flashed and he opened his mouth
slowly. "I canna... cannot help how my words come out sometimes. I
am the ocean—I touch many continents and am made up of many, many
unique cultures. Lives lost at sea—they have become a part of me,
forever sharing my space, pulsing through my veins." He clenched a
fist and shook his head slightly as he looked at me through
narrowed slits for eyes. "I did not bring you here, Raven.
You did. I answered your summons, which is truly unusual because I
do NOT answer to humans." He stood back on one heel and looked me
up and down, "But you are not a typical human it seems." His
eyes continued to dissect me and then he began to smile. He
actually smiled and it sparkled with bright white teeth that
stood strikingly against his rich golden skin. Dang, he's
handsome in some overly masculine, muscular kind of way. But what
had he been saying? What was that about the ocean?
"The O cean? " I put one hand on my hip
and waved around the void as if I were referring to the lack of
décor. "Are you kidding me with the 'I am the Ocean' bit? A
little full of ourselves are we?" I laughed, which came out more as
a sharp bark as he continued to smile down at me, his eyes swirling
with freshly brewed foam from the crashing waves.
"You sound just like your mother." He
laughed. "'Dylan, you are so full of yourself. It's a good thing
the sky over the ocean is endless or there wouldn't be enough room
for you and the moon both.' Now THAT woman knew how to work a god,
I'll tell you what!" He chuckled to himself as he continued to walk
around me.
A sudden piercing fear ran through me, but
it wasn't the fear of being killed or checked out by a god. No. It
was the fear that you get when you are caught by your dad sneaking
in the back window from a night of who knows what.
"You knew my mother?" While I was asking the
words, I was listening to myself at the same time. It felt as if
that not bother me as much as it should?
"So...another question please." My voice
shook with a tiny touch of panic.
"Yeeeeesss?" He drew out the word so long
that I could tell that he couldn't wait to get the
conversation over with. My womanstincts (you know, a mix between
woman's intuition and your natural instincts) were screaming that I
needed to get the show on the road. So I did.
"What have you brought me here for?" My eyes
zeroed in on his massive face and my strength instantly began to
wane as my knees wobbled uncontrollably.
His was the face of a bull mastiff if you
know anything about dogs. That particular dog has a face as
wide as your chest in certain instances. That dog has a face
that looks like it's been smashed up against a glass window all of
its life. That dog has a mouthful of teeth that are just
intimidating enough to make you pee yourself if you ever have the
misfortune to be growled at by one in close proximity. How do I
know? Don't ask.
The giant, let's call him Andre, looked
around the void as he uncrossed his arms to allow them to drift
down to his sides. Confusion had the nerve to flash across his
mastiff face and a huge question mark seemed to form over his
monster-sized head.
"What da ye mean 'what have ye
brought me here fo'? I did 'na bring ye here, lass." He shook his
head as he began to pace around me, clearly assessing the goods.
Honestly, his scrutiny was much weirder than even Leo (my now sworn
protector and demon king friend) checking me out from head to toe.
It was absolutely unsettling...and creepy.
Something struck me as I fought not to cover
myself with my shaky hands. "You weren't speaking with an accent
before...why now? And what is that? Scottish brogue? Are you kidding me?" A laugh escaped my lips until I caught his
warning glance. He had a stern air about him but, for a brief
moment, I felt more in control of the direction we were headed. I
had no idea why, but it felt like the situation had shifted in one
way or another.
Andre's eyes flashed and he opened his mouth
slowly. "I canna... cannot help how my words come out sometimes. I
am the ocean—I touch many continents and am made up of many, many
unique cultures. Lives lost at sea—they have become a part of me,
forever sharing my space, pulsing through my veins." He clenched a
fist and shook his head slightly as he looked at me through
narrowed slits for eyes. "I did not bring you here, Raven.
You did. I answered your summons, which is truly unusual because I
do NOT answer to humans." He stood back on one heel and looked me
up and down, "But you are not a typical human it seems." His
eyes continued to dissect me and then he began to smile. He
actually smiled and it sparkled with bright white teeth that
stood strikingly against his rich golden skin. Dang, he's
handsome in some overly masculine, muscular kind of way. But what
had he been saying? What was that about the ocean?
"The O cean? " I put one hand on my hip
and waved around the void as if I were referring to the lack of
décor. "Are you kidding me with the 'I am the Ocean' bit? A
little full of ourselves are we?" I laughed, which came out more as
a sharp bark as he continued to smile down at me, his eyes swirling
with freshly brewed foam from the crashing waves.
"You sound just like your mother." He
laughed. "'Dylan, you are so full of yourself. It's a good thing
the sky over the ocean is endless or there wouldn't be enough room
for you and the moon both.' Now THAT woman knew how to work a god,
I'll tell you what!" He chuckled to himself as he continued to walk
around me.
A sudden piercing fear ran through me, but
it wasn't the fear of being killed or checked out by a god. No. It
was the fear that you get when you are caught by your dad sneaking
in the back window from a night of who knows what.
"You knew my mother?" While I was asking the
words, I was listening to myself at the same time. It felt as if
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