Page 82 of Caressed By Sin
A metal ladder led up to this ship's deck.
I stopped us by it and sniffed the air. “Something is still off.”
Fatou turned my way. “What?”
“Now, I can't smell them.”
“Do you think they're cloaking themselves?”
“They don't have the power to do it.” I scanned the space. “The Boto Brothers also prefer the finer things in life. This raggedy boat doesn't make sense for them. They should be in a luxury vessel.”
Disappointment hit her eyes. “What do you think we should do?”
My mind raced with possibilities, but none promised a good outcome.
I wanted to turn around and rethink our plan, but I saw the desperation in Fatou's eyes. She desperately yearned to be reunited with her daughter.
The agony of losing my children throughout the years had ripped me apart. I would not let Fatou suffer that kind of pain.
Against all sanity, I listened to my heart and climbed the ladder. “Stay close to me.”
I pulled myself up higher and higher, until I reached the top. Then, I climbed aboard the vessel.
Fatou arrived seconds after me.
I pointed in the direction of the vessel's bridge. “We should check there first.”
She nodded.
We quietly headed that way and entered.
The place was a mess. A large bed stood in the center. Yellow and brown spots stained the sheets. Pools of sweat and cum covered a round cushion in front of them. Fungi and mold grew on it.
What is going on?
Silent, Fatou stared at it.
“This scene is. . .odd. I don't remember the Boto Brothers being this messy.” I inhaled the air.
The odor in the room wasn't a collection of musk, sweat, and the aroma of sex like one would expect with a group of Demons.
Instead, the space reeked of magic.
“No.” I walked around and sniffed some more. “This isn't right.”
Not moving, Fatou continued to look at the stains on the bed.
“The Boto Brothers don't have this sort of power. Yet. . .I can smell magic.” I rubbed my chin. “In fact, it reeks of magic in here. Burned cinnamon and other things.”
I stopped next to Fatou. “It's very subtle. Magic doesn't have a pungent odor. Not strong, but. . .”
I turned to Fatou.
Why hasn’t she said anything?
She just looked at the bed and didn’t move.
“Fatou?” I stepped in front of her.
