Fable turned her eyes from Freyr to him.
That split-second distraction was all Baba needed. She’d already had her powder in hand. Tossing it at her idiot male, she transformed him back to the arrogant, good-looking bastard he was. His grin made her heart stutter. And now that he was not only human, but also had his godhood back, Freyr didn’t need to ask her what to do. Reaching for a small pouch threaded through his belt loop, he yanked it off and tossed it.
Immediately, a large schooner materialized.
“To me, wench!” Freyr cried like some addlepated captain out of some cheesy romance novel and hoisted Baba up to him by a strong wind.
Fable was still trying to unhook the blade from Owiot’s foot. It was possible that, just maybe, Baba had used a locking spell on it so that no matter how much one tugged and pulled, it wouldn’t slip free for at least eight more hours.
Maybe. Possibly. Okay, so yes, that was what she’d done.
Laughing merrily, she threw them both an air kiss. “It’s been fun, kids, but my carriage awaits.”
Freyr, caught up in the moment, winked down at them and then cried, “Onward ho!”
He pointed to the sky, and from one blink to the next, they were aboard his vessel and sailing swiftly away from that ridiculous island.
At the helm, Freyr chuckled. “So it seems I saved you after all, my saucy little minx. More clothing next time, Baba. I almost gouged that male’s eyes out. Honestly.”
Blushing at his praise but also still a little irritated because she’d have had that win if he hadn’t croaked like a dying frog at the most inopportune moment. She punched him in the chest.
“Fellatio, I swear, one of these days I’m going to kill you.”
“Admit it, you love me.” He grinned, rubbing his chest.
“Argh!” She stomped her foot, turned her face out to sea, and tried in vain to hide the stupid smile curving her lips.
Chapter 6
Calypso
Calypso frowned as she watched the sea orb’s colors blur. She’d been excited at the notion that today was Fable’s first day of hunting. Of course, things hadn’t quite transpired as she’d hoped.
Dite, who must have noticed Caly’s sudden silence, peeked at her. “You’re quiet. It’s never good when you’re quiet. Why are you quiet?”
Calypso grumped. “I’m fine.”
Aphrodite patted her on the shoulder, clearly aware Caly wasn’t fine. “Relax, Caly. Remember, we knew Fable was going to have to fight and probably not win every match. Baba isn’t going to be a walk in the park for anyone.”
Caly frowned harder.
Yes, she wasn’t supposed to play favorites. But it was a lie. She totally did. Still, Baba Yaga was doing exactly what they’d brought her into the games to do. Fable had needed a swift kick in the rear to get her to realize her feelings for her Owiot. Her granddaughter was a tough nut to crack, even at the best of times. Still, knowing it and seeing it were two different things.
An idea came to her, a brilliantly, cleverly wicked idea, and she grinned broadly. “I have a plan.”
“Caly,” Dite drawled, obviously knowing her friend had come up with something rather dastardly.
Calypso shrugged. “I’m okay, Dite. No worries. Really. But I think I know of a way to speed things along with Baba and her meat sack.”
“How come I don’t believe you?” Aphrodite shook her head, causing her fat golden curls to bob prettily. “This is totally about Fable, isn’t it? Are you playing payback, ’cause you know Them won’t like—”
Caly snorted. “It’s totally not about Fable getting hurt.”
Dite lifted a brow, and Caly shrugged.
“Okay, so maybe it’s a little bit about Fable, but really just a very little. The truth is, I just had a wicked good idea about how to get Fellatio and witch to draw closer.”
Dite crossed her arms, eyeing Caly hard. “No killing, right?”
“No. No, of course not. I promise no maiming, just a little harmless fun that should cause those two crazy
That split-second distraction was all Baba needed. She’d already had her powder in hand. Tossing it at her idiot male, she transformed him back to the arrogant, good-looking bastard he was. His grin made her heart stutter. And now that he was not only human, but also had his godhood back, Freyr didn’t need to ask her what to do. Reaching for a small pouch threaded through his belt loop, he yanked it off and tossed it.
Immediately, a large schooner materialized.
“To me, wench!” Freyr cried like some addlepated captain out of some cheesy romance novel and hoisted Baba up to him by a strong wind.
Fable was still trying to unhook the blade from Owiot’s foot. It was possible that, just maybe, Baba had used a locking spell on it so that no matter how much one tugged and pulled, it wouldn’t slip free for at least eight more hours.
Maybe. Possibly. Okay, so yes, that was what she’d done.
Laughing merrily, she threw them both an air kiss. “It’s been fun, kids, but my carriage awaits.”
Freyr, caught up in the moment, winked down at them and then cried, “Onward ho!”
He pointed to the sky, and from one blink to the next, they were aboard his vessel and sailing swiftly away from that ridiculous island.
At the helm, Freyr chuckled. “So it seems I saved you after all, my saucy little minx. More clothing next time, Baba. I almost gouged that male’s eyes out. Honestly.”
Blushing at his praise but also still a little irritated because she’d have had that win if he hadn’t croaked like a dying frog at the most inopportune moment. She punched him in the chest.
“Fellatio, I swear, one of these days I’m going to kill you.”
“Admit it, you love me.” He grinned, rubbing his chest.
“Argh!” She stomped her foot, turned her face out to sea, and tried in vain to hide the stupid smile curving her lips.
Chapter 6
Calypso
Calypso frowned as she watched the sea orb’s colors blur. She’d been excited at the notion that today was Fable’s first day of hunting. Of course, things hadn’t quite transpired as she’d hoped.
Dite, who must have noticed Caly’s sudden silence, peeked at her. “You’re quiet. It’s never good when you’re quiet. Why are you quiet?”
Calypso grumped. “I’m fine.”
Aphrodite patted her on the shoulder, clearly aware Caly wasn’t fine. “Relax, Caly. Remember, we knew Fable was going to have to fight and probably not win every match. Baba isn’t going to be a walk in the park for anyone.”
Caly frowned harder.
Yes, she wasn’t supposed to play favorites. But it was a lie. She totally did. Still, Baba Yaga was doing exactly what they’d brought her into the games to do. Fable had needed a swift kick in the rear to get her to realize her feelings for her Owiot. Her granddaughter was a tough nut to crack, even at the best of times. Still, knowing it and seeing it were two different things.
An idea came to her, a brilliantly, cleverly wicked idea, and she grinned broadly. “I have a plan.”
“Caly,” Dite drawled, obviously knowing her friend had come up with something rather dastardly.
Calypso shrugged. “I’m okay, Dite. No worries. Really. But I think I know of a way to speed things along with Baba and her meat sack.”
“How come I don’t believe you?” Aphrodite shook her head, causing her fat golden curls to bob prettily. “This is totally about Fable, isn’t it? Are you playing payback, ’cause you know Them won’t like—”
Caly snorted. “It’s totally not about Fable getting hurt.”
Dite lifted a brow, and Caly shrugged.
“Okay, so maybe it’s a little bit about Fable, but really just a very little. The truth is, I just had a wicked good idea about how to get Fellatio and witch to draw closer.”
Dite crossed her arms, eyeing Caly hard. “No killing, right?”
“No. No, of course not. I promise no maiming, just a little harmless fun that should cause those two crazy
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