Page 27 of Midlife Demigod Unexpected

Mae stepped forward. “Of course, she does. We will work it together. It’ll be done by all of us. It’ll be safe.”

We all gathered in a circle to surround Hilda, who was laying on the couch in the red room in front of the roaring fireplace. She looked quite at ease, relaxed and ready for the information she was about to discover about her own life.

I stood by her feet so I could get the best view of her face and make sure she was in comfort the whole time.

“Are you okay, Mom?” I asked, feeling suddenly aware that she was aging and someone, my own father, had probably tampered with her memories.

“Yep,” my mom said.

“I’m going to talk to you through this,” Jane said. “We’re going to do the spell first and then will ask you questions about that time.”

“Understood,” Hilda said. “Let’s get this underway.”

“Shalain memoram Tamalus. Shalain memoram Tamalus. Shalain memoram Tamalus.” The coven gathered around, chanting

My mother said the words also under her breath. As part of the coven, it could only be helpful to have her magic connected with ours.

She took a deep gasp and then went completely quiet for a moment. I leaned forward, about to shake her awake, but Mae grabbed my hand.

“This is normal,” she said. “Just give her a minute.”

It was so hard, but I did it, waiting to see what would happen.

My mother’s eyes opened. She had the vague stare of someone in a trance.

“We want to know about the Dagda,” Jane said, her voice calm.

“Oh, he was magnificent,” my mother said.

My skin blushed a little bit, but it wasn’t my business. This was my father she was talking about.

“He was tall, fair, and fantastic. He was so purposeful you know he wasn’t like these other boys who puff around not knowing what they want. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted me. It felt very good.”

“There were other witches here then, but they didn’t catch his attention. Only I did. I could tell by looking at him he wasn’t going to stay. He clearly wasn’t of this world. I knew it was going to be a quick visit, but I was willing. He told me everything. He told me his name was Dagda. He told me he was here to fulfill the blood promise he had made to the Cougar Creek Coven. He was sorrowful about it as if there was something wrong. He had made the agreement and there was no way out. In fact, he told me he was sorry.”

Her gaze flew to me.

“Sorry?” I whispered.

Mae shook her head, holding a finger to her mouth so we could continue to listen to Hilda’s story.

“He actually asked my permission to impregnate me and asked me to take care of you. I told him of course I would, you would be my child. You would be loved and cared for until such a time that you were needed.”

Her eyes were sorrowful. “I can’t remember anything else. I think that is all I know.”

“He was sorry he made me?” A snort came out of my mouth. I didn’t know what to think. Why would he consciously, as a god, know he was impregnating a woman and then apologize for it beforehand?

“Maybe he didn’t want her to have to bring you up on her own,” Chloe said thoughtfully. All the members of the coven were standing around my mom. Bianca and Chloe were looking at me, and Jane was watching my mom. Mae tapped me on the shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said kindly. “You’re here now. You’re one of us and we’re all in this together. Whatever this is. Whether it’s going to be a problem in the future or not I don’t know. I mean it’s already a big enough problem now but whatever it is, we will face it together.”

I completely agreed with her. We were in it now. There was no chance of getting out. I was a member of the blood coven; it was obvious by my conception and birth. Whatever lay in store for me also lay in store for everybody in the group, no matter what that was.

Chapter 20

“You any closer to figuring out how it works?” Jag asked as he walked into the kitchen of The Estate. It was two in the morning, and I was huddled by the kitchen table with the golden egg in my hand. My hands were glowing gold, and I was trying to exert any of my powers on the egg that I possibly could, but I wasn’t having much luck.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

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