To set the scene: the DNA that water sprite Cassie uses to create her body has been damaged, so she can only partially materialise…
Duncan frowned. “But lass, you’re a wee bit lacking in substance just now; how do you normally harvest your DNA?”
My gaze dropped involuntarily to his crotch. Mortified, I jerked my head back up to see red blossoming in Duncan’s cheeks.
“Ah. So that’s what you were after last night.”
“No! Yes. Well, not really. Before all this blew up I had plenty; it wasn’t that I needed any more.”
He chuckled. “No worries, I fancied you too, but that’s not going to happen now, so we’d better find another solution.”
He was so right; dawn was shedding ever more light on the scene, and sooner or later an early riser was going to make a horrific discovery. Finding a druid talking to a floating head wasn’t going to help.
“Saliva would do the job,” I suggested, an odd attack of bashfulness overcoming me as I waited for his reaction. Continue reading