"Damn," Oberon's voice cut through the fog filling his mind, "I'll bet he's rock hard after that kiss. Get it? 'Rock hard' because she's—"
"We get it," Bridget groaned.
Lyden blinked as he looked around, confused. They were in a new room. Gaia must have transported them while they kissed. Now that she'd pulled away, he could tell that she'd used her magic on him to increase his libido. He tried to glare at her, but she faced away from him.
He noted that everyone was in a circle, with Sheldon lying on his back in the middle, the golden statue of Arethusa on his ragged breathing chest. Every now and then, his face grimaced as though he were in pain, but other than that, he was motionless.
