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“Yes.”
“Thank you. For helping me.”
“You’re welcome.” Malt’s eyes glowed briefly and then darkened again. “I need to take you back.”
“Back?”
“To the path.”
“Oh… That’s it? What about—”
“You must go now.” Malt’s eyes brightened. “And don’t go left at the spoon.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t go left at the spoon.” Malt’s eyes burned brighter still.
“The spoon?” Duncan laughed. “Don’t you mean the fork? People usually turn at forks, not spoons.”
“I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what it means.” Malt shook his head. “Except that we must go now.”
“But wait—!” Duncan reached for Malt’s face, but the cave they were cuddling in vanished.
He was now standing right at the edge of the path he’d followed to get here. All of his personal effects were in his pockets as they had been before, and there was no sign of Malt. The sun was falling in the sky, and Duncan made a split second decision to start heading back to his cabin.
Was that real?
Had he really just had a cuddle sesh with fucking Mothman?
There had definitely been some grinding and hard sexy things, right?
And what was that nonsense about the spoon?
Duncan had been waiting his entire life for a real paranormal experience, and this was beyond anything he could have ever hoped for.
And yet…
He was left wondering if he’d imagined it.
He’d hit his head pretty hard after all, and it was easy to see how he could have dreamed up meeting Malt the Mothman since he’d come to these woods to check out the reports of a moth creature.
But…
He could still remember how soft Malt’s fur felt beneath his fingers, the velvet slide of his wings holding him, the press of his long fingers, that mysterious hardness pressing against his own…
Fuck.
Duncan raced back to his cabin and started packing immediately. He didn’t care how many nights he had left on the reservation. He wanted to get the fuck out of here.
It was dark by the time he got in his car, but he was determined to leave this bullshit in the rearview mirror.
He drove a few miles, trying to get back to the interstate. He just wanted to get very far away from this damn mountain as quickly as possible. He cursed when traffic slowed to a crawl, and he couldn’t see an immediate cause.
Assuming a wreck, Duncan tried to be patient.
Up ahead, he spied a police officer with a big flashing light in his hand.
The police officer directed Duncan to the left to take a small side road, waving his light around.
