Page 18 of The Goddess is Angry
A violin wasperfect.And this was the official test if Baby Drake was really as decent as I thought he was. Because I was excusing the shit out of him being malignant to my lioness.
“Would you be opposed to Oscar laying his hands on your violin while you play? The vibrations may be a way for him to enjoy music again.”
“Dude, of course. If it works, I’ll play whenever he wants me to. Is anyone trying out for dodgeball? Because I am.”
“George and I are,” Oscar said. “What position do you play?”
“I’m not trying out for the cheerleading team, but I’m the official coven cheerleader,” Ren said.
“My father liked watching dodgeball matches from private boxes, but he always used it to network and close deals. He rarely paid attention to the game. He thought people of our station watched games from expensive private boxes, but we were above playing the game ourselves. My grandfather encouraged me when I ran and taught me how to just enjoy the game, but I’m terrible at playing it. I’ll be joining Ren cheering the rest of you on.”
“I play goalie. They have to watch me if they want to get the ball past me, but if I can snare their gaze, they miss. If they try to avoid looking at me altogether, it’s usually a wild throw that I can block.”
I grabbed Drake and gave him a very straight, platonic kiss on the mouth because those kinds of goalie skills were sexy as fuck and should be rewarded by a kiss from a very sexy lion. Oscar was good enough to go pro. George was a secret god and probably had some mad dodgeball skills. Drake could fuck up someone’s good intentions to score a goal by giving them Basilisk stink eye. And we had Zion Skinner coaching them.
If Drake and George ended up hate fucking, I’d have three of the most important dodgeball positions in my pride. That was sexy as hell. We’d also catch a murderer and get Drake some closure.
We just needed Drake to get over his shit with witches and then do some serious groveling to George. My fantasies about having a pride full of dodgeball players could wait.
Even if Drake and George never hate fucked, we needed them to get along because the Fates had just gotten involved.
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Some people would feel weird if their dad was asked to guest lecture their history class just for being a god. Some people would be abusing that for clout. I was grateful he was here. He’d been asked to do this several times when I was growing up and he always said no. He was good at it and he looked like he was having a blast. Dad hadn’t transfigured any of my classmates either.
And my dad had certain abilities as the God of Chaos that Azren didn’t and I’d only have if I was close to my dad. I stopped by his desk before history.
“Dad, I need your help. I need you to look at some possibilities.”
My dad couldn’t necessarily see the future, but he was literally created to sow chaos to balance the universe. He had to be able to see the big picture. He could run scenarios in his head and see the possible outcomes. Dad wasn’t trying to slaughter people for no reason. He needed to know exactly what kind of Chaos to bring.
My dad leaned in to whisper.
“You can do that, too, now. I’m borrowing Azren’s office while they are doing the headmaster thing. Come see me after class.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Bring those boys to dinner soon.”
I heard a scandalized gasp. Kaylee was back in class finally. She seemed surprised my dad was here. I guess the board wasn’t keeping Headmaster Krauss abreast of what was going on here. Oh, this was going to be good.
I never knew what he said to her, but my dad pulled Lindsay Krauss aside after they sued me and whispered in her ear. Kaylee and Lindsay left me alone for a bit after that. Lindsay had her big reveal with the blood lock spell she stole from Minerva and Kaylee was transferred to a private school where all the snotty kids who thought they were special because their ancestors used to be lords went. They started up again when I got to college because I guess they thought my daddy wasn’t going to find out.
My dad had avoided turning anyone into a bug so far, but everyone had been on their best behavior. Everyone seemed to love him, which wasn’t shocking. My dad was the best. Kaylee’s minions weren’t showing him the same disrespect they showed Azren, and that probably had a lot to do with Kaylee not being here.
“You’re late,” Dad snapped at Kaylee.
Kaylee looked so confused. She glanced down at her phone.
“But I have two minutes until class starts.”
“I helped invent time. I think I’d know if you’re late,” Dad sniffed.
I was trying so hard not to laugh because my dad knew damned well she wasn’t late. He had a cell phone and he could tell time from the position of the sun and moon. So could I because he taught me. He was giving her a hard time because he saw that video. A random roaching might happen, too.
“But—”
“Not only are you disrespecting something I helped create, but you’re wasting everyone’s time arguing with me about it. Get out of my class and go do something useful. You have the kind of face that just pisses me off and you’relate.”
