Master of Miasma (The Valhalla Series)

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stare directly at the mirror framed with carved wood, at the amber basin with bugs still stuck in it, and at the quaint faucets fashioned out of metal to look like war axes.
    Having a quiet pee, the draw of his bathroom cabinet is irresistible. Staring at the raw cotton towels and the single woven mat in front of the shower, I wonder how long these people have been hiding in caves, undetected by mankind.
    At least they have some modern amenities like toilet paper. Concluding, I pull my panties up and face the toilet to flush it, only to be stumped. The cistern is also porcelain but there's no handle. No button. No lever. For fuck's sake!
    Sighing, I fumble all around it feeling for a latch or something. Leaning against the wall on my hand to look down behind it, the entire area depresses under my weight, sinking into the rock.
    Flabbergasted I pounce back, terrified I've fucked something up. The toilet flushes, the air filling with an immediate infusion of orange blossom.
    The wall stays stuck in and I'm really panicking now!
    Flitting about, I look left and right. Help!
    Shit! The shower wall has slipped into the rock, exposing a doorway beyond it. What did I just do?
    “You okay in there?” reaches faintly to me. He's trying not to lurk which is very sweet but... uhm...
    “ I broke it!” I yell back.
    “ May I enter?” speaks much closer.
    Fuck, he's going to do his nut! I can't exactly hide this epic screw up.
    “Yea...uhm... sure!” I answer, wishing for a slice of normal in a world turned on its head.
    He walks in, filling the entire exit. In such confined quarters it's easy to see his giant gene wearing itself on his sleeve.
    Looking at the wall, he frowns, stalking to it to peer inside. “How did you do this?”
    “ I was trying to flush the damn toilet! Where's the lever?”
    “ It's voice activated,” he says, glancing at me with amusement flashing briefly across his features. “Flush.”
    And just like that the toilet flushes, stalling conversation until the noise abates.
    He launches back at me and I flinch against the basin, exhaling slowly when all he does is open the cabinet to get a flashlight. Returning to the gap in the wall he flicks it on, “You didn't tell me how you did this.”
    “ I leaned on the wall to look behind the toilet to find the flushing mechanism and the wall gave in under my weight, and the next second the wall was missing!”
    Cut me some slack here dude! This isn't exactly familiar territory.
    Flicking the light in his hand off he turns to face me with a severe expression, “Congratulations on finding a hidden tunnel I didn't even know was there. Did you wash your hands?”
    “ N..no. I was too busy dancing around cardiac arrest city if you don't mind!”
    Turning his back to me he presses the indentation above the cistern, “Well hurry up, our dinner is getting cold.”
    The wall slides back to enclose the shower and he saunters off as if this is perfectly average on any given day.
    Pegging around to face the basin I turn the right axe with my heart still thumping, switching on water, using the soap left on the honeyed rock for this purpose. Sandalwood wafts up to soothe my nerves, foaming luxuriously over my skin, burning the shit out of my wound. God dammit!
    Slamming the cabinet door with my knee so I can gingerly towel my hand dry, I'm no longer interested in snooping.
    Done in his den I go stomping to the entrance, walking around the corner, bumping right into the solid shadow covering the foot long passage to the bathroom.
    I'm about to scream when it clamps around me, squeezing tight. God!

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
    Hefted up, I'm crushed in a bear hug before promptly discarded back on my jittery legs, “There, now you've had a hug. One thing you need to know about me is I cannot abide the sound of hunger. It burns holes in my heart to know there are people on this planet too poor to eat. Now we dine, and do not be so polite that you don't voice when you are

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