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An inner tube shaped like a unicorn appeared around Kevin’s waist.
“For fuck’s sake,” Kevin grumbled, and he batted at the unicorn’s head. “This is absurd. I’m a fucking angel of the Lord or whatever. I’m sure I can fucking swim to a rock.” He didn’t want to know how ridiculous he looked right now.
“An angel of the Lord who thought he had a tiger in his bathroom.” Percy scoffed. “I’m not trusting your broken recollection to accurately reflect your swimming abilities or lack thereof.”
“You’re a dick.”
“A dick who doesn’t want you to drown.” Percy kissed Kevin’s cheek. “Hold on tight, peaches.”
The beach vanished, and Kevin was now wading in the waves crashing around the base of the rock. Kevin could see Percy standing back on the beach with Cher, both of them watching anxiously.
Kevin bobbed along the waves, flailing until he realized he could at least dog paddle. He swam toward the rock, and the unicorn inner tube kept him from crashing into it too hard. He grabbed the nearest ledge he could and pulled himself up, which was more difficult than he’d expected with the waves crashing into him.
The water couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to smash him against the rock or drag him back in the water, and he growled, “Whoever hid my fucking wings here is a fucking moron!”
Kevin grunted as he managed to climb up, navigating tiny nooks and crannies to get out of the reach of the water. As soon as he was able, he turned to look back at the shore. He waved to Percy, immediately regretted it when he thought he might slip, and clung back to the rock again.
Percy waved back. It was hard to be sure at this distance, but Kevin thought he looked worried.
Kevin climbed up to a small outcropping where had just enough room to stand, and he looked around. “Well, shit. Now what?”
He didn’t see anything useful, and he wondered if he needed to climb higher. For all he knew, his wings were sitting right on top in a wicker basket. He touched the rock he was currently leaning on, and he swore it felt familiar…
He’d been here before, this exact spot. He was sure of it. He turned around carefully to examine the rock, searching for anything out of the ordinary.
There.
A tiny, glowing crack.
“Seems fine and good, totally normal.” Kevin stretched out his hand to touch the crack, and he had to scoot to the very edge of the ledge he was standing on to reach it. His hand vanished inside of it. “Shit!”
Much like the demon hotel in Vegas, the rock was more than it appeared.
The crack was a large opening, and Kevin’s heart was in his throat as he looked back over his shoulder one last time at his demon boyfriend and demon dog. He pulled himself through what had appeared to be solid rock to stumble into a narrow tunnel.
The opening acted as a window, allowing light through to illuminate the first few yards of the tunnel. Beyond that, the tunnel curved sharply to the right and was completely dark.
“Here goes nothing.” Kevin swallowed over the lump of fear growing in his throat and walked forward into the darkness. He took his time, feeling along the wall and trusting his feet to shuffle him safely ahead.
He couldn’t help but think that this place should bring back some memories—real ones, not just misplaced movie plots. He had to have brought his wings here to hide them, and yet he had no recollection of swimming through the waves or climbing up into this dark tunnel.
It didn’t matter.
In just a few moments, he’d be able to remember everything.
The butterflies in Kevin’s stomach were swarming, and they seized up into a violent tornado as he took a step into nothing and fell. He landed right on his ass, sliding downward along a curvy, steep incline for several miserable seconds. He found the bottom of it with his face, groaning in pain as he waited for the vertigo to pass.
It took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust before he could see he was in a large cave. A hole in the rock above allowed a beam of light, and it was just enough to navigate forward without fear of falling again.
He’d been expecting something out of Indiana Jones—booby traps, old skeletons, and his wings on display. Instead, after tripping over his own feet, he found a bundle on the cave floor right beneath the beam of light.
It was black fabric, cotton, and he recognized the Batman logo immediately. It was a Batman T-shirt.
“Holy shit,” Kevin whispered. “This is them.”
He ripped the old T-shirt away and there they were…
His wings.
