The whipcrack of my tail as it hit him was followed almost immediately by the sound of Jim whistling. “That’s got to be an Olympic record right there. Nice going, May. I think you knocked him out.”
Magoth’s unresponsive body tumbled from the tree to the ground, hitting with a muffled thud.
“I’ll go rescue lover boy, shall I?” Savian said, giving me a long look as he headed off to where Magoth had fallen into a thick patch of what looked to be poison ivy.
“Mayling, tell me what you feel,” Gabriel said, his hand on my neck again.
I looked deep into his eyes and let my emotions show.
“No, not that.” His dimples threatened to burst to life. “I know that. What do you feel about this place?”
I sighed and tried to clear my mind of the lustful images of me twined around Gabriel in an erotic
