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Amymone chatting with Yuki

“Well, then, what’s the house’s job?”

“That’s a very good question,” Amymone chimed in, her back against the fountain wall. The dryad was leaning against the opposite side of the fountain, which was right at the edge of her tree’s roots. Her head was still buried in the book she was reading, her long green-and-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. “I think the house is up to something, personally, but my sister would tell you that it’s to protect the others who live here.”

Naia threw the dryad a dirty look. “Ignore her. She’s just being snotty.”

“Why do you think it’s up to something?” Yuki asked.

Amymone chuckled. “Just a feeling I get. I wish I could go inside and see for myself what the fuss is about. Do you know that it’s impossible to count all the rooms? Try it sometime. Just go through and count them. You’ll always find that you forgot about one or somehow counted one twice.”

“That’s not true,” Yuki said. “I can easily count them all.”

“Can you?”

“Stop it, Amy. You’re scaring her.”

“I’m not scared.” At least, she didn’t think she was.

Amymone let out a sigh and set her book down on the edge of the fountain. She turned around and looked at Yuki. “I finished another one. Do you suppose you could grab me another? A random one from the garage will do.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Yuki picked up the paperback and looked at it. “You sure do like to read, don’t you?”

“I don’t get around much.” Amymone stood and stretched, her dark limbs cracking. “Though holding the processed carcasses of my siblings is still a little disturbing.”

“Processed…carcasses…” Yuki looked at the book in her hand.

“She’s just fucking with you,” Naia told her. “Not every tree has a dryad.”

“Not anymore,” Amymone grumped.

Lily Returns

“I don’t fuck and tell. It’s unbecoming of a gentleman.” He winked. “Well, not usually.”

“Who was it? I’m curious now.”

“My lips are sealed.” He mimed locking his lips with a key, then tossed it away.

“It was the goblin, wasn’t it?”

“No, it wasn’t Tink.” He slid a hand down her belly and beneath her bikini bottom. Her smooth skin was soft to the touch, and he found her labia to be quite damp.

“It couldn’t have been the nymph.” Lily’s face scrunched up in concentration. “The snake? The horse? Oh, I know! It was the cyclops!”

“These people all have names, you know.” He pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned.

“Oh, that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.” She loosened her grip on his hips, giving him more room to move. He rewarded her with an additional digit, and she let out a cry. “Mmh, you’ve gotten good at this.”

Mike Invites Death Inside

“So…” Mike looked over his shoulder at the house. He had a feeling, deep in his gut, that was different from the ice-cold grip of danger. It was warm, like a campfire on a cold night. “If you’re just going to hang around anyway, would you like to come inside? Might be a little less boring for you.”

Death paused at this, then slowly rose, towering over Mike at nearly seven feet tall. He swept back his hood to reveal a bare skull with a fearsome visage, tiny red-and-yellow fires buried deep within his impossibly dark eye sockets. The scythe came up too, and Death smacked the butt of it on the ground, causing the blade to swing down and lock into place.

“Mike Radley, I thought you’d never ask,” Death replied in a whisper, with a slight British accent. They walked back up the stairs to where Beth was waiting, and Mike stopped long enough to grab his coffee and his book.