Chapter 63

Rafi and Julian took their turn on the camel together, and Julian struggled to focus on the experience of riding the unusual beast—rather than the sensation of Rafi’s body behind his in the saddle, thighs pressed together, arms around Julian’s waist. It was almost too much; if Rafi had pushed it any further Julian might have fled, bolted like a panicked horse…but Rafi didn’t push, and so it remained something on the outermost edge of comfortable, a breath away from tipping over into something…else. Maybe something terrifying. Maybe something that ought to be terrifying, and wasn’t.

“Hey Christian, does this count as defeating a giant?” Rafi called down from atop the huge animal.

“Only if you’re gonna challenge it to combat!”

There was a “unicorn” as well, a white horse with a horn affixed to its bridle; they waited in line behind a party of pre-teen girls in princess outfits who looked ready to swoon.