Dancing In The Desert: Chap. 7
Dancing In The Desert
Luska, meanwhile, was taking his mind off of his somewhat unattractive appearance by examining the strange, smelly creature named Taboo. He bent down to its level, keeping a wide berth from its claws. Then tugged at its tail, scratched its ears.
"What is this thing?" he asked aloud, as though Taboo were not perfectly capable of speaking back.
Arrow, immersed in a game of cards with Logan at the one table not coated in decrepit books or slimy things, threw a I-wouldn't-do-that glance at the demon but said nothing.
Alice glanced over at Luska and rolled her eyes.
"One of your relatives, most likely," she quipped, swivelling around to face the group.
Just as Luska's attention was momentarily shifted from Taboo to the demoness, a sharp pain shot through his arm. He yelped, swiping at the thing, and his fingers collided with the furry skull of Taboo, who had sunk his yellowish teeth into Luska's arm. He shov