Prince of Demons 2: The Order of the Black Swan Read Online Free PDF

you with me?”
    “Get us out of here, Brave.”
    “Just hang on. You’re doing great.”
    “How much longer?”
    “Almost there.”
    “I need to know exactly what ‘almost there’ means.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I need to go.”
    “Go where?”
    “I need to GO! Now!” She waved her arms like she was trying to flap and fly. When he just stared, she said, “Pee, Brave! I need to pee.”
    He scowled as he glanced down her body as if that would confirm or deny the truth of her claim.
    “Hold it,” he said.
    “Ugh! Men! I can’t ‘hold it’. I’m a woman. I don’t have unlimited expandable bladder space like you.”
    He looked around frowning. “Not exactly an optimal time.”
    “Well, excuse me! Okay, look. We’re past discussion. Just turn around.”
    “Turn around?”
    “Turn your back to me and look the other way.”
    “You never answered my question about whether or not you were going to be high maintenance, did you?” He didn’t look happy, but he complied and gave her his back. “You need to hurry.”
    “Duh!”
    Lana only had a ten inch width of solid ground on which to squat, but sometimes a girl has to make do. She raised her skirt, pushed her tights down to her knees and arranged her clothing so that it was out of the way of the stream. Hopefully.
    The relief she felt when her bladder began to empty was a close relative of pleasure. When that pleasure began to be accompanied by a sensation of heat, she looked down at the ground. Her urine was igniting blue flames that were, thankfully, close to the ground, but spreading everywhere the stream of pee went. Her brain told her to get up and run, but her body was insistent that it was going to finish what it started.
    When the blue flames popped into larger orange and yellow fire, she shrieked. Brave turned just as her tights were starting to smoke.
    “What…?”
    Brave was on her in a flash, pulling her to a standing position. He swatted at her smoking tights and, once again, put her over his shoulder just as the bubbling sulfur pits were catching fire and starting to burn. To complete her utter humiliation he was carrying her away, this time with her bare bottom sticking straight up in the air. When her weight started to shift, he put his hand on the exposed derriere for balance. She gave a wide-eyed gasp that no one would ever see or hear.
    Ten minutes later, Brave stepped onto solid grassy ground and set her on her feet. She immediately set about righting her clothing. “Turn around.”
    “You’re joking. The last time I turned away you tried to set your…” he gestured toward her pelvis, “…privates on fire.”
    “I did not do any such thing. There was, apparently, some kind of weird chemical reaction.” When he crossed his arms over his chest, it became clear that he wasn’t averting his gaze. “Gah!” She threw her hands up. “You get the prize for the most aggravating person I have ever met.”
    She knew it was a lie as soon as she’d said it. There were several people in her acquaintance, in that world and others, who were considerably more aggravating. But he didn’t need to know that.
    Brave continued to stare while she fixed her clothes, refusing to look away. When she was finished she held her arms out to her sides in a gesture of defiance.
    After a few beats he said, “You want to stop for a while or get away from the aroma?”
    She narrowed her eyes. “What do you think?”
    His lips twitched, his features softened and he took a step closer. “Lana. You bring your own adventure with you.” He chuckled, then quickly took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She jerked her hand away and glared at him.
    He knew she was tired and a little undone, so he slowed the pace. On some level she recognized that the view would be magnificent, but nothing could be pleasurable so long as the smell of sulfur was part of the equation. She trudged on thinking she might fall down at any moment and never wake up. And at that