Issue # 20- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Mikel awakens to the sound of the library door coming open and the rattle of a wheeled cart being pushed by an asinine whistling fool. Erick freezes and gapes inside the massive door at the sight of the Guardian stretched languidly over the couch completely naked with an equally nude voluptuous blond asleep between his thick thighs, her head pillowed on Mikel`s rippled abdomen.

“What do you want at this hour of the night?!” Mikel growls menacingly.

“This hour of the night?” Erick asks tugging his gaze from Ephra`s tempting bare rump to his cousin.”It`s nine A.M. cuz,” he chides waving a hand at the thick velvet draperies to open them then snickering at the expletive Mikel unleashes as the bright winter sun barrels into the room.”I made coffee.”

“You?” Mikel snaps reaching up to push his hair from his face.

“Yes me!” Erick huffs falling into one of the two matching dark leather chairs across from the couch.”Soooo did you tap that numerous times?”

“Tap? What the hell do you mean?” Rayvenwing barks wishing he had a razor. And his gun.

Erick sighs dramatically as he removes a steaming cup of coffee from the cart.”Tap. You know? Hit it?”

“Why would I hit her? Can`t you speak in damned English?!”

“Man you have GOT to step out of the sixteenth century my cousin! Like me,” the sorcerer waves a hand from his head to his toes indicating the rumpled brown hoodie, acid washed jeans and tattered combat boots.

“So you wish me to look like a vagrant that threw his head into a thrashing machine?” Mikel asks gently rolling Ephra off him. Erick enjoys the lovely display of lush full breasts until his cousin covers her quickly with the bruin pelt from the floor. She sighs and snuggles into the rich teal fur while Erick scowls at the jibe.

“Whatever,” he counters as Mikel tugs on his cast-off robe from in front of the now cold hearth.” Live like our grandfather did but if I`m going to be living here we have got to jack up the tech! You don`t have ONE TV in this whole mausoleum! What the hell do you do for fun!?”

Mikel looks at the spent witch sound asleep in the were-bears pelt with a pleased male smile.

“Okay, I`ll give you that one,” Erick admits graciously then sips his coffee carefully.

“You`ll have little need for jacked-up tech since after breakfast you`re returning to our realm,” Mikel says coming over to find his own cup of dark brew.

“To do what exactly?”

“What you do best Erick,” Mikel says softly between sips of the amazingly good coffee.”Ingratiate yourself into the eldest, wealthiest families.”

“Back to getting hand-job`s from gold-digging debutantes under the banquet tables ey? ’” Erick sighs , his aquamarine eyes dour over his coffee cup. Mikel regards Erick carefully wondering if he`s made yet another grievous error in judgement.