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Odin added, “Sevva and Oli can both transport. They only brought Granite because they thought they might need him to fight me.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “You think that twelve-year-old could beat you?”
He laughed. “No. But he could reverse my magic, unlike most fae. The way he did with the door.”
Ah.
Right.
“Come to the kitchen with me, and tell me everything,” Rigga said. “I know my son is always hungry.”
I grinned.
Odin laughed. “Alright, Mima. Stuff our bellies and persuade us to share all of our secrets.”
She winked at me. “Good; you’re prepared.”
We followed her into the kitchen. The house wasn’t large, but it wasn’t tiny either. I found myself looking around curiously, taking in the differences from the kitchens back at home. Despite the many months I’d been in Bluhm, I had yet to really see how the fae lived there.
“How bad are the cracks here?” Rigga asked her son, as he and I sat down in chairs that reminded me of barstools.
“Bad.” He grimaced. “I can feel where Granite has been patching them, but… he’s twelve. It takes decades to really understand that magic.”
“Maybe you can teach him,” she said, her lips turning downward in worry.
“If you can convince Pipa to move out of this death trap of a city, I will,” Odin countered.
She laughed. “You’ll try harder to teach him if our lives are at risk in this death trap.”
He grimaced. “The people’s representatives are clueless. The fact that they even built this city after the warnings I gave them, and the proof that I gave them, is ridiculous. Do they want a repeat of King’s Valley?”
“They blame that one entirely on Flame,” she said.
“Flame couldn’t have done a damn thing with that magma if the earth had been solid. Even while insane, those cracks ran so deep and wide that I could feel them. They’re lucky that my magic didn’t push me to destroy, like Storm’s and Flame’s.”
“Did Flood’s not either?”
“Not that I know of. Although, they threw him in the Aboa, so any destruction would’ve been limited.”
His mom’s jaw dropped. “Did they put his mate in there too?”
“Yes. Ayla. He protected her, luckily. His damned brother was likely hoping the monsters would end her, though.”
I grimaced deeply.
At least Sevva hadn’t tried to kill me, I supposed. Although according to her, she had been pretty damn close to that too.
Rigga shook her head. “Tell me how you two met—and how you got past the magic’s insanity.”
I sighed, and Odin chuckled.
“Most of that is Margo’s story, not mine.” His hand landed on my thigh.
“It all started with Flame’s mate, Ivy,” I explained, sitting back deeper in the chair and bracing myself for a long story. “Apparently, when the fire fae dropped her on top of a volcano and Flame appeared, her first thought was to kiss him. When she kissed him, the insanity faded for a few minutes… and thus began the awkward-as-hell experience of being told by other human chicks to kiss the insane king who decided I was his mate.”
Both Odin and Rigga listened closely as I spoke—although Rigga was also whipping up some food. It was strange, having them pay such complete attention to me. Odin always did, but honestly, he was the only person I’d ever really connected with like that. So having his mom do the same was strange.
But also nice.
