Goetic JusticeChapter 8 Best Laid Plans
Ryan awoke alone in the ruined bed, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. The sweet ache and satisfaction from his romp with Nahash the previous night still lingered as he brushed away stray feathers, sliding out from beneath the sullied sheets. He made his way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, glancing at his wall clock to see that it was already noon. He didn’t like waking up without Nahash, but he understood that manifesting a physical body did not come without a cost. If...