Isadora and Iphedea escape a monster and find a place to sleep:
"Yeah,
okay, truce for tonight. I’m tired too. Look, there’s a bed and a couch. Which
do you want?"
"I
don’t mind the couch," Isadora said with gratitude. "I’ve slept in
worse places."
"I’ll
bet." Iphedea smirked.
Isadora
would have argued with the girl if she could have. But she had slept in worse places and done a lot worse to do it than the
girl could probably imagine in her most disturbing nightmares. Instead, she
ignored the barb, and concentrated on shaking out the small, soft blanket that
served as a cover for the couch. Iphedea concentrated on stripping down to her
undergarments and sliding under the thick blankets on the bed. She moaned
happily and pulled the covers up to her chin. Isadora pulled off her boots and
gingerly probed the wound on her leg with two fingers.
"Yeow!
What happened there?" The girl asked, staring at Isadora’s leg.
"Just
my own stupidity. I shot myself accidentally."
"You
have a gun?" That fact shocked
Iphedea more than the fact that Isadora had shot herself with it.
"Yes.
I do."
"You
mean you could have shot that Imanthyr instead of letting me try to whack it to
death in the dark?"
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