Book Eight: Chapter 70

Mike shivered. He was already worried about dealing with Callisto as a teen. The centaur was only a few years old and already smarter than some adults he knew. There had been hints of defiance in the child, which was typical. Children arguing with their parents was something that united all families across time and space. That he could handle.

However, the idea of attempting to debate an Arachne teenager who could casually lift a car gave Mike a case of the shivers. He had a feeling Aunt Lala would have to help him with those.

“I remember one time, Bigfoot and Velvet got into a huge argument over something, but she challenged him over it. The two of them locked hands and promptly destroyed the kitchen table.”

“Damn.”

Emory laughed. “They weren’t done, either. They got down on their stomachs and continued on the floor. They ended up cracking the floorboards. If Ana hadn’t tossed them both out, I think they’d still be there.”

Mike looked across the floor,