“Are you jealous?”

Kanesha threw a plush hello kitty at me. I wasn’t even sure where she got it. “Of course not. She’s only ten years older than me and a model.”

Odin had only asked me not to tell Monica, not anyone else. “And apparently Odin has an interest in her.”

“Maybe in her…” She tailed off. “He’s been known to!”

Not as much as my dad, I couldn’t help but think. But, she did rather have a point. Odin wasn’t as bad as Zeus, but he’d sired a few half-mortal kids and Monica was rather attractive.

“And that should mean you aren’t jealous. Because I’m not going near anyone Odin has an interest in. Just in case.”

I didn’t think it was that, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Okay. Good point. Still, she’s quite hot, isn’t she?”

“Not as hot as you.” It was clearly what she was fishing for, and besides…it was true.

“Or you. Especially if you do the fire thing.”

“I’m not touching that until I’m sure it’s not some trick by Surtur.”

“Point. I don’t know if he can do that.”

I joined her on the couch and snuggled up. “I think he might be able to. But Odin’s the one who ultimately decides. Still, there’s also what Thruor said about us creating ourselves.”

And there was a knock on the door. I sighed, having just got comfortable. “I’ll get it.”

Standing at the door was Seb. Okay, make that swaying on his feet at the door and about to fall over, with a black eye and multiple bruises. “Get your butt in here. What happened?”

“They kidnapped Father Will.”

“Who did?”

“The Joan of Arc people.”

I guessed the angels hadn’t done as good a job of mopping up as they thought. “Well, then. Let’s go get him back.” I glanced at Kanesha. “I know it’s not…”

But she’d already vanished upstairs, probably on the first syllable of kidnapped. She reemerged a moment later with both of our guns and my sword.

“…a romantic date,” I finished when she appeared.

She grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. Fighting cultists should work up an…appetite.”

“Insatiable,” I teased her, taking my weapons from her.

Shieldmaiden. Lieutenant. Right hand…woman. I could live with that, but it felt a bit awkward when she started playing the squire. “What leads do you have?”

“I came to get you before doing a trace on him,” he admitted. “So…we can do that right now.”

“We need…”

“I got it. Clara would be better, but I’ve been practicing this.”

Seb doing witchcraft? Well, I supposed, it would be rather handy in his line of work.