Book Three: Chapter 71

“You have a tail?” Beth asked. “That’s so cool!” Asterion was now beside her, and he casually lifted the large stone blocks off of the pile. His muscles bulged lifting some of the larger pieces, and Beth patted them appreciatively. The small pile moved on its own, and Abella rose, the heavy stones falling around her. She stretched her arms to the sky, her wings unfolding behind her back. Beth saw that the stone webbing had torn in multiple places beneath the rubble, and Abella’s body had dark flaws across it, cracks in the stone that glistened with dark fluids.

“Thank you, Asterion.” Abella bowed her head at the minotaur, who now contemplated her.

“Are we friends too?” Asterion asked.

“Yes, but not the same as you are with Beth,” she told him, rubbing her shoulders. Her stone breasts rippled, tiny chunks of debris falling off of her. “Thank you for freeing me.”

“You are welcome.” Asterion smiled.

“So, we can go now?” Abella asked.

“Hmm.” Asterion