Sparktopia Read Online J.A. Huss

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 200837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1004(@200wpm)___ 803(@250wpm)___ 669(@300wpm)
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“A million levels of stairs,” she calls back. “I know, I know. You won’t stop talking about it.”

“Come on. If you spark me up a hot shower, I promise to make it worth it.”

She does come back because the water goes hot again. “Make it worth it how?”

“Whatever you want.”

“No. That’s a lazy promise. You have to come up with the reward. It was your idea.”

“OK.” I grin, because I can think of a lot of very nice ways to reward her for this. “But… I don’t know the limits.”

“What do you mean?”

“Loverboy. Your man who gave you to the god. You’re infatuated with him. Which is fine. I respect that. But how can I give you something really nice and satisfying if you’re just gonna misinterpret it?”

“Did you just offer me sex in exchange for hot water?”

“See? I did not. But you interpreted it that way.”

“You did so.”

“Well, do you want sex in exchange for hot water? Because that’s a done deal as far as I’m concerned.”

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“How about a foot massage?”

She hesitates. “Foot massage?”

“Yep.” I can barely contain my snicker.

“I can’t tell if this is sexual or not.”

I pull the curtain aside and look out at her, grinning. “Do ya want it to be sexual?”

“No.”

I shrug, withdrawing back into the shower. “OK. Then no. It’s not.”

“But is it normally?”

“Your man never gave you a foot massage?”

“No. We didn’t spend time together like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like… you know. We didn’t linger with each other. We didn’t share a space. Or a bed.”

I pull the curtain aside again. “So this is a first for ya? Living with a man?”

She cocks a hip, folds her arms, and narrows her eyes at me. I withdraw back into the shower once again, grinning.

“Don’t get excited, Tyse. I’m a grown-up. I can be in the same room with a man without sleeping with him. Trust me, I’ve gone on hundreds of dates with gentlemen while I was in service to the god. Nothing happened.”

“Yeah, but… I’m not a gentleman.” The water goes cold and I laugh. “Hey! Come back!”

She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t come back either, so I’m drenched in cold water. But it was worth it.

I like up-city Clara Birch. She’s serious, and smart, and strong.

But tower-ruin Clara Birch is positively delightful. And that’s who she is right now. A woman high on her own spark, and matching yellow décor, and a boutique bag filled with very sexy underwear that I’m a hundred-percent certain she bought by mistake.

I’m still grinning when I get out of the shower with a towel around my waist and take my dripping wet and nearly-naked self over to the chair, where I plop down.

She’s still putting her clothes away and she does her best to ignore me, but I’m kinda hard to ignore. “Oh, my god. Why must you walk around wet?”

“I like to air-dry.”

She wants to be mad, but she smiles despite herself. Though she does turn her back to me a little, so I can’t watch her too closely.

“Hey.”

She doesn’t look at me. “What?” She just continues to fold her clothes and put them neatly away in her new chest of drawers.

“It’s nice to come home to you.”

She stops what she’s doing, going still for a moment. Then she looks over her shoulder at me. “Yeah. It’s nice to be here when you get home.”

“Your man⁠—”

“Finn.”

“Right. That guy. What’s he look like?”

She snickers a little. “Picture the opposite of you. That’s an easy enough way to describe him.”

“Short, fat?”

“No.” But she smiles. “You’re a little bit taller, but not by that much. But you’ve got way more muscles. His hair is blond. Kinda shoulder length. And he’s got blue eyes.”

“We’re nearly a perfect match.”

“Yeah. But no. People in up-city don’t get tattoos.”

“So you’re slummin’ it with me?”

“No. I’m just saying. He’s very up-city. He wears tailored clothes and his manners are impeccable. His father was the Extraction Master.”

“Which is?”

“The person in charge of sending Maidens into the tower.”

“Ah. A bloodline thing. Poor guy.”

She stares at me for a moment. Then lets out a breath. “Yeah. It actually is unfortunate. I can’t imagine what he’s feeling right now. I can’t imagine what’s going on back home, either. Chaos?” She shrugs. “Or… did they just forget about me, like they’ve forgotten about all the others? Did Gemna get called in? And if so, are they just relieved that all ten of us are gone and it’s over now?” She shrugs again. “I just don’t know.”

Here’s where things get interesting. She places the last of her clothes inside the drawer, closes it, then takes a seat on the bed, facing me. Like we’re about to have a very serious talk.

But she must not know where to start, because she just looks down at her feet for a moment.

“You’re allowed to be mad at him, ya know.”


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