Moral Compass

Chapter Seven

Before long, dark began to set in. With it came unimaginable cold. He finally understood what she meant about keeping his clothes. In these temperatures, he'd need them.

Whilst he shivered his tits off, Fallon seemed perfectly fine. Her breaths fogged up in the cold, yet it didn't bother her. Not even with all of that skin exposed. Exactly how used to this was she?

Of course, he wasn't complaining. The more skin the better. And if she were to get too hot... still no complaints here.

He'd suffered all day. A flash of her pretty nips might do him some good.

"Not long now," She assured him, sensing the decline in morale.

He was cold and wet thanks to his impromptu swim.

They'd barely exchanged a word between each other for half an hour since the incident. Since he'd left her to be fed on by a non-existent jaguar. He cursed himself out for falling for her tricks so easily, vowing he'd give her that dosage in kind with a little Seth magic.

A jaguar. Pfft. He'd been so gullible. The entire trick was so elementary. Seth had more style. He'd show her exactly who she messed with.

But it'd take time. Right now, he needed her. That, and time to lick his wounds clean.

His pride had certainly taken a beating—and yet he had faith in his assets.

Not like that.

Gross. Stupid Evie giving her stupid child a word name.

Right now, the last thing he wanted to think about was Evette. It'd only make his mood worse. If he was going to one up Fallon, then he needed to keep his head clear.

As hopeless as his day had seemed, he had enough knowledge of himself to know the game wasn't over yet. Seth was a catch all the same. And if Fallon didn't notice his physical perfection, then she needed to get her eyes checked.

Immortals of all kinds ate up his boyish features. They loved the I-woke-up-like-this look. Fallon, whether she knew it yet or not, would be no different.

Patience and persistence were key.

Pity I suck at patience.

Worse, he'd gotten used to the silver spoon lodged up his ass. My own personal butt plug.

Soon, he spotted the checkpoint she referred to. A humble cabin sat on stilts, blending into the trees around it. He picked his pace up, realising a break from walking was so very near. And hopefully a shower.

As they walked, Fallon explained that no mortals would be able to find it thanks to an invisible barrier that deterred them from coming near. She explained it was a protection from the judgement Gods that helped them remain secret.

He tried to listen, but with the cabin so near, everything she said went straight over his head.

At the cabin, she jumped up, grabbing a dangling ladder that'd been attached to the top. Figures. He should've known he wouldn't get a normal staircase.

She gave it a pat, slowing its wiggling. "Up you go."

"No no. You first. I want to see it's stable." More like he wanted the view.

Fallon didn't seem to care. She grabbed the rungs of the ladder lithely, pulling herself up with ease. Showing him up again.

He followed after her, legs aching, body cold.

Inside was not what he'd been expecting.

Seth had anticipated chains, cages, exercise benches and poisons. Instead, he feasted his eyes upon a mini home.