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Once again, Onyx was faced with just how completely different he was from Luther.
Any fight remaining in Onyx left him. “Let’s just complete this bloody quest so we can be out of these shackles.”
“The sooner, the better,” Luther muttered as he pulled out and opened the map. Thankfully, it appeared to be only a little crumpled and damp.
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“What the fuck are these squiggly green lines?” Luther glared at the map.
He glared at the river flowing in front of them. He’d been following the river on the map, following the shaded blue that symbolised a river.
Then the shaded blue had stopped completely.
But the river hadn’t!
It kept flowing on. Now, on the map, squiggly green lines continued where the shaded blue ended.
“Fire and fucking flames! What bullshit is this?” Luther yelled.
“Mountain spirits save us,” Onyx muttered. “Squiggly green lines mean a river. Like this river in front of us.” Onyx gestured.
“Since when?”
“Since forever,” Onyx snapped.
Luther glared at him. This map was annoying but still nowhere near as annoying as the man standing beside him.
For the past half hour, Onyx had done nothing but grouch and glower.
Clearly, sex hadn’t improved his personality. Which it normally did. In Luther’s experience, fucking someone tended to make them a bit more tolerable. At least temporarily.
But not Onyx.
It was a pity. Because Luther had enjoyed the sex. Thoroughly.
For a few brief moments afterwards, his body had felt flushed with satisfaction. Luther hadn’t been bothered by the wet clothes, mud, shackles, or the quest they had to complete. He’d felt deeply satisfied.
Then Onyx had opened his big fucking mouth, going on about how it was a mistake and he regretted touching Luther. No doubt the earth elemental felt he’d debased himself by having sex with someone he saw as so beneath him.
And the sex had been good, passionate and intense. Onyx knew how to work a dick with his hand. Which honestly surprised Luther. And when he’d turned all growly and made Luther beg … Luther felt his dick stir at the memory. But he shoved it away.
“Just give me back the map and I’ll work it out.” Onyx held out his hand.
Luther pursed his lips. He turned his back on Onyx, pointedly ignoring him.
Onyx huffed.
Luther returned his attention to the map. He knew how to read maps. He’d learnt young and never had a problem with them.
Until today.
The map just confused him. One moment, he’d think he understood it. The next, he’d be stumped. There were just so many symbols he’d never seen before.
He didn’t want to admit it, but Onyx had been right. There was something wrong with this map. It felt like a trick. Or a puzzle.
But Luther was smart. Surely he could work it out! And he was determined to do it without any help from his conceited future husband.
“What the fuck are these light-blue crosses meant to mean?” Luther murmured.
