Chapter 21: No, really. We need to up the ante!

 Atha: Dual sword wielder, dungeon core. Impatient.

I slowly untangle myself from the lovely mating ball I was in and stretch on the grass.

"This was," I moan out, as Dean chuckles.

"A lovely feast. Thank you all. I really needed that," the incubus says, as he plants a lazy kiss on Augustine's neck.

"Stop it. I'm tired," I hear Augustine mumble. He is half-asleep, curled up against Vincent.

"Well, as pleasant as this all is, we really need to speak about my dungeon," I say. They all give me strange looks.

"You have been a dungeon core for how many years?" Dean asks. I don't think I like his tone.

"Twenty-five. My entire life," I state, my achievements at the tip of my tongue.

"And you never went pass the slime stage in a dungeon's life?" Dean asks.

"Look, I know what you are getting at, but" I begin. He scoots over to me and places a finger on my lips.