Episode Twenty-Eight: Graduation: Scene 2

I was wrong. It wasn’t Seb who showed up – it was Father Will.

“I hear you have somebody who needs…”

“Derek here could use some explanations of the way the world worked.”

She’d made the right call. Derek, who had finally introduced himself, relaxed immediately when he saw Will’s collar.

“I’ll take him in hand. What beat him up?”

“Not sure. He’s lucky he got away with bruises, though. I thought of setting Zaid on him but Thruor’s right, you’re better.”

Will laughed. “Zaid would either scare him out of the business or…”

“Who’s Zaid?”

“Egyptian priest. Or priestess. Either way.”

Derek blinked, then it dawned. “Oh. One of those weird non-binary types.”

“And very talented.”

I did wonder if Derek was just lucky, though. That had been a nasty fall for a mortal.

Maybe his guardian angel had slowed him on the way down. I might ask Sarael. Or not. Will was the right person to deal with him right now.

“You’ll have to meet them at some point, but for now, I think…I’m going to take you out of the depths of weird for a bit.”

I grinned at Will. “Is that what I am to you now?”

“You,” he said. “Will always be my favorite bit of weird.”

I grinned, then watched priest and (limping) hunter leave. “Good call, Thruor.”

“Zaid would be a good one too. They’re an excellent teacher and not as far away in beliefs as we are.”

I thought about that and then nodded. “But maybe he needs to work up to Zaid.”

I wondered who the guy with the locks was. Another potential ally, possibly.

It was good to at least know who the players were. Especially if…

If some kind of war started. We’d already had a small one. I shuddered at the way the thought came into my mind randomly. When things like that happened, it usually meant that whatever I’d just thought about was something likely to have a kernel of truth.

Or maybe I was just afraid that Ragnarok was moving closer while I wasn’t looking. I often had that thought.

I had to remember it wasn’t all my responsibility, prophecy or no prophecy.

Then my phone rang. It was Kanesha. “Hey, where are you?” she asked.

“Thruor’s place.”

“Shall I come over?”

I glanced at the others…including the surprisingly quiet frost giant. “Sure. But be aware Angrboda’s here.”

“Alright.”

Thruor, having heard that, and seeing that we no longer had loose cannons around, was heading into the kitchen.

A nice relaxing evening with friends.

Well, friends and sort of friends. I mean, where does your dad’s ex fall? I still wasn’t entirely sure.

But Thruor was getting the mead, and that usually turned people into friends quickly enough.

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