Southern Weather Onyx Novels & Stories

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

He states as a knock on the door calls him away. I watch as he widens the door and allows a man with food in. “This is George,” Onyx calls across the room to me as he and three other people enter holding food. “Luna.” They all state before bowing to me. I struggle to get up. “Oh no, please keep your feet up. We respect that you are taking care of your child.” George announces as he pulls the food out of the bags and places it on the tables. “Thank you for doing this,” Onyx states as he looks at the food in the boxes and up at me, horrified. “What have you made?” I ask as he opens the first box. “This is a dancing squid bowl.” He states as he opens the box, and I see the creature. “Pass!” I c