Page 12 of The Goddess is Angry
“It doesn’t work like that, Drake. You aren’t going to remember their face. You’re more than likely just going to get panic attacks and nightmares.”
I grunted. Azren was probably right. They knew more about this shit than I did. I still didn’t see what was so special about George Bell.
“I did find out something about your mom. It’s not a lot. The only person on the board that I don’t want to do terrible things to their essence was the headmaster when she was here. There were two attacks that year. Two students were murdered in one, but I know who did that. I was involved in punishing the person responsible.
“A few months later, someone was shot in the neck with a golden arrow, but there were witnesses. No one died that time. A few months later, your mom went home for winter break and never came back. She dropped out online and her roommate didn’t even know why. Headmaster Church said Artemis was a promising student who was doing well academically. He asked around when she dropped out, but no one knew why.”
“Someone was in my closet. When I went to check it out, one of the floorboards was disturbed. I found this. It has Basilisks carved on it. The ghosts said they put me in her old room. This could be hers.”
“Well, why haven’t you opened it?”
“Blood lock.”
“I’m immune to witch magic. We can use my blood without killing me.”
It would be so easy to let Azren do this, but Azren was always telling me how stubborn I was.
“If it’s my mom’s blood lock, it should be me that opens it. I don’t know if I’m ready just yet.”
It didn’t make sense, and I knew that. I should be giving this box to Azren and finding out what was inside. I didn’t want the lock broken if I could help it. If it was my mom’s, she locked this and hid it under the floorboards for a reason. It should stay locked once I got into it. I needed to work up the nerve to prick my finger on the lock.
“Don’t do that without me. Text me when you’re ready to open the box and I’ll be here to heal you if it’s not your mom’s.”
I wanted it to be my mom’s. Ineededit to be hers. Azren could heal me no problem if it wasn’t, but I wasn’t ready to find out that the box under the floorboards wasn’t my mom’s.
church
The ghosts on this campus were horrible, petty bitches. Every time I relaxed or let my guard down, Bethany popped out of the floor or wall and punched me right in the dick. West made an emergency trip into town and picked up cock protection from a store that sold dodgeball gear and it wasn’t even fair!
Her hand passed right through the cup and still connected with my dick. And it wasn’t like I could grovel and apologize, even though I was right for what I said, because she didn’t stick around after the dick punching.
At this point, a ghost had touched my dick more than my girlfriend and I couldn’t remedy that because my cock hurt all the time. Azren was healing me when they could, but it was like Bethany was watching for godly intervention on my dick and would nut punch me again when they left.
My phone rang before class and it was my grandfather.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Watch yourself on campus. There’s a murderer on the loose and the board isn’t happy Azren didn’t follow protocol and now the students know.”
“That’s a good thing, though. People can watch their backs now.”
“Exactly. The board doesn’t agree with me on this. Some of them are saying Azren isn’t fit to be headmaster, which is what Azren told them the first time, but they are greedy. If they move Azren back to teaching history, then they can’t say they had one god as a teacher in residence and three other gods who came in to guest lecture for a few weeks while that awful woman heals.”
“No one likes Headmaster Krauss except her daughter and the people who are kissing her ass for letters of recommendation and favors.”
“Oh, I was headmaster when she was a student. I told them to go with Gabriel Morningstar, but they don’t want to pull him from Dark Arts and picked Lindsay over him because she’s alumni. Speaking of, I hear Gabriel Morningstar might be your father-in-law soon.”
I groaned.
“How’d you find out?”
“Well, I would have found out when you brought her home to meet me, but Azren ratted you out. You need to bring her home soon.”
“I think I have a hive,” I whispered.
This was the first time I said it out loud. We were technically George’s coven, but we were also my hive, West’s pride, and Oscar’s coven, too. That was just how it worked. And they were all fantastic.
“Seriously? Bring them around for dinner one night. We’ll have to plan something. Azren also says you are doing well in their class. I’m so proud of you.”
