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"Let's relax and think about this calmly." Pukah brought his lips near the
smooth cheek. How did one manage about the wings? They were bound to be in the
way. . . .
"Oh, Pukah!" Asrial sobbed miserably, lowering her head. Pukah found himself
kissing a mass of wet, silver hair. "It's all my fault! I should never have
left him!"
Putting one arm around her waist (sliding it under th^ wings), Pukah held
Asrial nearer. "You had no choice, my enchanter!" he whispered, brushing aside
the hair. "The fish told you to come." His lips brushed her fevered skin.
"What if it was a trick!" Asrial sprang to her feet with such energy that her
wings swept Pukah off the bed. "It could have been a ploy of Astafas's, an
attempt for that Lord of Darkness to steal Mathew's soul! Oh, why didn't I
think of this before! And your master, Khardan. He must be with
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Mathew. He is undoubtedly in danger, too. Let's leave, Pukah, quickly!"
"We can't," said the djinn, picking himself up off the bottom of the basket.
"Why not?" Asrial stared at him, startled.
"Because"тАФPukah, sighing, sat down upon die bedтАФ"Kaug sealed the cave before
he left."
"How do you know?"
Pukah shrugged. "See for yourself. Try going back out into the ocean again."
Asrial closed her eyes, her lips moved, her wings waved gently. Her eyes flew
open, she looked about eagerly and her face crumpled in disappointment "I'm
still here!"
"Told you," said Pukah, lounging back on the bed. Reaching out, he patted a
place beside him. "Come, beloved. Rest yourself. Who knows how long Kaug will
be gone? We're trapped here together. We might as well make the best of it."
"IтАФI think I would prefer a chair," said Asrial. Her face flushing rosy red,
she glanced about the djinn's dwelling in search of an article of furniture
that was not smashed, missing a leg, or most of the stuffing.
"Not a whole piece of furniture in the place except the bed, I'm afraid," said
Pukah cheerfully. He owed Kaug one. Two in feet. "Come, Asrial. Let me comfort
you, distract your sorrowful thoughts, take your mind from your trouble."
"And how will you do that, Pukah?" Asrial asked coolly, the flush subsiding
from her cheeks. "If I am not mistaken, you are attempting to seduce me, to
... make love to me. That's completely ridiculous! We do not have bodies. We
can't feel physical pleasure!"
"Tell me I didn't feel this!" Pukah said grimly, pointing to his swollen lip.
"Tell Sond he didn't feel that drubbing he took!" Climbing out of bed, the
djinn approached the angel, hands outstretched. "Tell me I'm not feeling what
I feel nowтАФmy heart racing, my blood burningтАФ"
"Sond didn't!" Asrial fettered, taking a step backward. "You don't! You've
just tricked yourselfтАФ"
"Tell me you don't feel this!" Crabbing the angel around the waist, Pukah
pressed her body close to his and kissed her.
"I ... I didn't . . . feel a thing!" gasped Asrial angrily when she could
breathe. Struggling, she tried to push Pukah away. "IтАФ"
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"Hush!" The djinn put his hand over her mouth.
Furious, Asrial clenched her fists and started to beat on the djinn's chest.