Book Seven: Chapter 242

His magic practically boiled inside him, desperate to escape and unleash itself, to bathe in sustained passion. Golden motes of light burst from his skin, shooting into the air and forming into dandelion seeds that fell to the floor and were consumed by flames. Di snorted, blowing some of them back into the air.

Gasping for air, Mike grabbed Ratu by the hand, not daring to touch Pele instead. The goddess smirked, then took a step away from him.

“I guess I’ve still got it.” Pele smiled. “I’ve marked you, Mike Radley, that fire will recognize you as one of its own. Never again shall it score your flesh nor should you fear its advances.” Her eyes dropped to the scar tissue on his stomach. “I believe this to be a suitable gift.”

“You...honor me.” Mike bowed his head, trying to ignore the raging hard-on pressed tightly against his board shorts.

“Good. You should be honored.” Pele laughed and ruffled his hair. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a group of men on Oah