Chapter 84: Chapter 79

I left everything as it was and just walked outside. It was important in that moment to be away from that house, that room, and that crumpled body. It hurt to look at him, hurt to know that I’d taken him out.

Even if it had been the right thing to do. 

Standing in the backyard, I tried to take stock before I summoned BuyMort to help clean up after both myself, and the dream storm.

The small pool robot seemed like it might be useful, and the water in the pool was low enough for me to retrieve it before I turned to leave.

I held the dripping thing under my arm and shook my head, walking back onto my dead boss's driveway. His Tesla still sat there. My Tesla now, according to BuyMort. Ownership is a funny concept.

I sighed and turned away. “BuyMort, I’d like to sell everything in this lot except the basement hatch, the bicycles, and the car.” Then I glanced at the heap of smoking clay on the other side of the wall and pointed to it. “Along with that golem, and any rubble outside the walls too.”

The drone that had delivered Mr. Sada’s final gift to me turned around in the sky and began its journey back. I walked away as it began zapping out rubble, and the dead body I had left in the kitchen.

In the end, Mr. Sada himself earned the affiliate just over four thousand morties. His former mansion, once the rest of it was warped out from the nearby area, got us another three hundred thousand. The materials were scrapped, but someone would still build something with them. BuyMort bought the clay clone of Mr. Sada’s dead wife back for a neat forty-eight thousand morties, which helped a little.

We had even sold a few spider webs, from inside the house and shed. That reminded me to check in on Drusk when I got a few moments.

At least the fight had been sort of profitable. Nobody needed Mr. Sada’s house anymore, the space had been opened up to build something else on, and the affiliate had refilled its operational fund a little at the same time.

I looked through the information while I walked back to my house. 

The action in the campground wasn’t quite finished, but I needed to be away from it all. I needed to be alone.

So of course as I walked up my driveway, I saw Molls and Therrize sitting in Cube’s room with the double doors open, clearly waiting for me.

Therrize was smiling openly, wrapped in Molls’ heated blanket. Molls’ was seated next to her, her coils resting in a wide-mouthed wicker chair. My blood ran cold as I saw the look on her face. She was smiling at me too, softly. Gentle, even when humiliating me.

I very nearly left my helmet on but thought about it as I approached. This was going to be rough, and the helmet was never the way to go with Molls. All it did was hurt her and make it more obvious to me that I was hiding from her.

No point doing that anymore. I removed the helmet and tucked it under one arm, as I stopped just outside the open doors and the snake women in egg-shaped wicker chairs.

Therrize stood, if the movement could be called that, and handed Molls the blanket with a quiet word of thanks. I glanced over my shoulder as a pod zipped up. The Nah’gh woman smiled warmly at Molls, grasped her hand briefly, and turned to point to an area near me, outside.

The pod obediently zipped over and opened its rainbow beam for her, and Therrize slithered up to me, a similarly gentle smile on her features. She reached out a hand and gently stroked my cheek.

“I understand now, sweety. So does she.” The woman leaned in and whispered, “Open minds lead to full hearts.” She winked one of her giant eyes at me and grinned. “And full beds.”

I smiled back, stiffly. “Thank you, I think.”

Therrize chuckled, shook her head, and slithered into the rainbow beam. Her usual fee had deducted itself from my account upon arrival, and a reminder to rate her service popped up when I glanced to check on it.

I hurriedly hit five stars and swiped it shut.

When I turned to face Molls, she was busy covering herself with the blanket. She was already wearing her heated robes, but I saw that she was more invested in covering her tail, which had become a vibrant shade of pink while Therrize and I spoke.

I flushed red, looking away.

“I, ah . . .” Molls blinked rapidly, her huge eyes flitting around the room. “I thought I would know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“I assume Cube was shouting?” I asked.

She looked up and met my gaze for an instant, smiling. “He was, yes. I’m sorry Tyson, I simply heard the commotion, and when I checked out my window I saw a Nah’gh and felt compelled to go and speak with her.”

Molls stopped speaking and swallowed hard. “I apologize for intruding.”

I flopped into the chair Therrize had recently abandoned. It was still warm and smelled good. “I honestly don’t care, Molls,” I sighed.

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When she looked at me, eyes wide in confusion or possibly alarm, I waved a hand and continued. “Unintentional intrusion seems to be our dynamic.”

She giggled, her scales flushing pink again as a hand rose to her lips to cover her amusement. “I suppose you’re correct.”

“You were bound to find out,” I muttered. My eyes stuck to the mud-crete floor. I couldn’t focus on Molls, or the fact that she knew I had been dreaming about her, in intimate ways. It just didn’t matter anymore.

That was unimportant entirely compared to the thought that kept racing through my head. Finally, I vocalized it.

“I killed Mr. Sada,” I choked. The words came out ragged. There were tears, but something stopped them. Just as they started to burn my eyes, something in my chest twisted, and the feeling receded, replaced by crushing pressure.

Molls went yellow and stared at me. I could see the color change out of my peripheral vision.

“We’re saying the dream storm killed him, but it was me,” I said. The words just tumbled out.

The pink started flowing back into Molls’ scales. Instead of mixing with the already present, it seemed to push the pigmentation away, altering each scale on her body individually. “In certain, extreme situations . . . killing is actually in service to life and . . . and the exchange of value among equals.” her voice trailed off near the end. I could tell the words didn’t help or comfort her anymore.

She tasted the air and tucked further into her blanket. “I’m not your priest anymore, I’m sorry Tyson. I don’t know if I’m a priest at all.”

I looked up at her, the alarm failing to register. Just one more existential threat to doom us all.

“I am truly sorry. I sent in my rebuttal, with evidence. The priests’ council convened and suspended my robes pending investigation. All church association with Silken Sands will be revoked as soon as the complaint can be put through to the primary affiliate body.” She shrugged as she finished, blinking rapidly.

“They didn’t have to do it this way, and I tried to make it clear that a suspension would have devastating consequences. But it is within the council’s power to suspend your affiliate’s association, and I was informed in very clear language that they do not answer to me.” A large tear formed in one eye and she leaned forward to allow it to splash to the ground.

I grabbed my affiliate page out of thin air and did a quick sweep for the church tag in our associates. It was still present, and I sighed in relief.

“How long does that usually take?” I asked.

Molls shook her head. “No more than a day or two. Longer during busy times, like a new world’s first week.”

She went blank after she spoke, and I stared at her for a moment before whispering, “Not what you were expecting, I know.” I leaned back in the chair. It was really quite comfortable, with a padded cushion woven directly into the thin, but strong lacquered reeds the chair was constructed of.

“Are you heading home, then?” I asked, suddenly. The thought that she might leave had occurred to me, and I was surprised at how fearful the concept made me. Like I was about to lose something. Something important.

She grimaced. “My mother has sent a ship, yes, and insists on my return. I don’t intend to board it, though. I’m making a home here, and I want to stay.” The tall, pale Nah’gh woman looked at me and flushed deeper pink. “I want to stay near you.”

As soon as she said it, she huddled into her blankets and looked away, scales filled with vibrant pink color.

I smiled at her. “There’s something there, isn’t there?”

Molls turned carefully and faced me again, her eyes lidded. When she raised them to my face, she smiled again, faintly. “I have the same dreams,” she whispered. “Don’t be ashamed. I’m not. I’ll never be ashamed of wanting what I want.”

As she spoke, she stayed locked on my eyes, and I stared into hers. “This is a fucked-up morning, Molls.”

“This is a fucked-up world, Tyson,” she answered immediately. “What do you want from it?”

I stared at her for a long moment. A giant, sexy, alien snake woman from another world, possibly another universe. A source of stress, embarrassment, and constant thought. In spite of everything. “You, Molls. I want you.”

She reached a hand from beneath her blanket, and slowly extended it toward me. The scales on her skin were deep, swirling purple. When I took her hand in mine, the color sunk into the edges, where the other hard line of permanent color was.

A line of solid purple formed, creating a blended color between it and the band of red. She smiled at me, and the part of me that had been clenched since I awoke that day finally uncurled. I took my first full breath of the morning, and my mind focused on the future. There were many things to protect at Silken Sands, and that was more important than my feelings about what I had done in the name of protecting them.

With another warm smile, Molls squeezed my hand and let go. “We will talk more, later. Right now, I must return to bed, and you have something important to do, by the look of your Knowle assistant.” She nodded her chin toward the road.

Jada was stomping up the path, her club dangling from her hip and a large handgun gripped in one paw. It looked like the .40 cal from the other day.

More BuyMort bullshit coming my way. I sighed and faced her incoming figure.

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