’ She then fell silent looking in deep thought. I looked her over and couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. She seemed so much more proud and conf...dent now and that in itself was sexy. Her shelf bra pushed the tops of her breasts up and out on display so nicely. She was looking at her cell phone and I wondered if they had maybe even exchanged numbers. I thought again about her seeming to be interested in something happening without me being there like I was with Sean and her. I decided that I. It was her face. Her eyes. “What the hell?” she muttered. She waved her hand back and forth in front of her face, watching the shadows on the ceiling move. She knew that it was possible to retain enough magical energy to cause the physical body to glow. Every living thing was a vessel for energy. When any vessel became overly saturated, the magic converted to other forms of energy. Light was usually the first and the safest. That’s why sigils and circles usually glowed during rituals. After. He walked on quiet, bare feet into the ship’s interior, wending his silent way to the door of Del Mundo’s cabin. The Marine was intent on his preparations as Aman Sinaya melted through the metal door to stand behind him, the sea god’s eyes a gray-black tempest that focused on the human uncurling from his crouch to place handfuls of munitions, and a two-way radio and earpiece onto a tightly-made bunk. ‘Taga-Lupa,’ the god addressed the Marine, his voice soft like a distant rumble of thunder and. It looked as if she was wrapped up in a tight corset. He traced his finger over the padded edge of the cast, then curiously touched the hard shell. “What are you doing?” she asked, turning her eyes down in a futile attempt to see his hands. “Touching your breasts.” “Ha! Some other time maybe. They are very well protected now, too protected,” she said, laughing. He slipped his forefinger under the cast and into the barely visible slit between her breasts. She gasped and her left foot moved.