“He wasn’t on his knees,” I mumbled into my cup. “He tackled me.”
She settled back, waiting for more. Waiting for the truth.
“We have a string of thefts, a god power exchange, and a Valkyrie on the hunt for fresh volunteer blood, and you think I should just drop all that and leave town?”
“Dad was like that.”
“I know.
“Never wanted to leave.”
“I know.”
“Workaholic.”
“I’m not Dad.”
“But you’re making the same choices he made.”
“Maybe it’s a Bridge thing?” I mused.
“I think it’s a you-don’t-trust-us thing.”
“Whoa. Not true.”
“You don’t trust us to look after ourselves and each other while you’re gone.”
“I trust you. Most of you. Not Crow…”
“You think something bad is going to happen, something terrible, and you won’t make it back in time to save us.”
That was so close to the heart, I choked on coffee, my throat too tight to work correctly.
“You know Jean will tell us if something really bad is going to happen,” Myra went on unflappably. “She’s been practicing being more sensitive to her gift, to give us longer warning times before doom hits.”
“I know.”
“You know if something terrible happened, all the gods in this town would rise up and kick ass, even though that means they’d have to pack up their powers and leave town for at least a year. They’ve done it before.”
“And they loved it so much last time. We didn’t suffer for that at all.”
“They took it pretty well.”
“Thor was so bitchy it rained all summer.”
“Thor’s always bitchy.”
I hummed in agreement and took another sip. “Jean got hit by a car.”
“I remember.”
“You started dating a demon.”
“Which was nothing like getting hit by a car.”
“He broke your heart.”
“And my heart mended, just like Jean’s bones mended. But what about you?”
