Book Seven: Chapter 22

“Uncle Deaaaath.” Callisto rolled his eyes in a way that only a child could, then looked at Mike. “Mom is looking for you.”

Mike scratched the back of his head and winced. “How mad is she?” he asked.

Callisto shrugged. “She’s referring to you today as ‘that bastard.’”

“That’s an improvement from yesterday, then.” He held out his arms and Grace scrambled his way, only to climb up his back and cling to his head and shoulders. “That’s not what I had in mind,” he muttered.

Grace hissed and started chewing on his hair.

“Cal, go let your mom know I’m here for whatever she needs. I have to speak with Aunt Naia.” Mike looked at the nymph and realized his son was still standing there. “About grown up stuff.”

“Aw, man.” Callisto trotted off toward the greenhouse. Death declared that it was tea time and left them alone.

“Hello, lover.” Naia smiled, her eyes flicking up to where Grace clung to him. “I don’t know what you need from me, but you’ve still g