“Well, Blue is going to try to find him,” Viper said. “Until then, we should just keep a watch on Lexington.”
“I can't have you guys walkin' around my town at night,” Austin protested. “People here are more nervous than a fly in a glue pot. If they see a bunch of strangers roamin' their streets, the guns are gonna come out.”
“Zey von't see us.” Kirill went invisible to demonstrate.
Austin blinked. “Right. Magic. Forgot 'bout that.”
“You'll get used to it,” Torrent said brightly. “You're handling it well so far.”
“Thanks.” Then Austin looked over at me. “Hey, how are the kids?”
The mention of my children coaxed me out of my feral food state. I lifted my head and politely said, “They're good. Thank you for asking.”
“There's my wife,” Re said in relief. “I thought we'd lost you, La-La.”
“It's barbecue, I'm hungry, and I have three beasts inside me,” I huffed.
“Fair enough.” Re chuckled. “So, we're patrolling like humans tonight?”
“You got another suggestion?” Thor countered.
“Yes, I do.” Re grinned and looked pointedly at Odin.
“Santa TV!” I declared.
Odin groaned.
“What is Santa TV?” Austin asked.
“It's called Hlidskjalf,” Odin corrected. “It's a device I use to see anywhere on the planet. Anywhere or anyone.”
“He sees you when your sleeping. He knows when you're awake,” I sang.
“That's kinda creepy,” Austin murmured.
“I don't spend all day up there, watching people like some kind of pervert,” Odin growled. “I use it in times of need.”
“Like when we have to keep an eye on an entire town,” Thor said. “Good idea, Re.”
“Thank you.” Re straightened.
“I'll go to Valaskjalf and monitor the streets while the rest of you wait here for my instruction,” Odin suggested. “I can relay the information straight to Vervain.”
The restriction of strong wards on our bond didn't seem to matter when those wards were cast by one of us. I should be able to hear Odin just fine even when he was speaking to me from Asgard.
“You can always text one of us too,” Trevor reminded him. “Either way, it sounds like a good plan.”
“Eyes in the sky,” Austin noted. “It'll be like having a helicopter flying over the town.”
“More like a satellite,” Odin corrected smugly. “I can focus in on details.”
“This god picked the wrong town to fuck with,” Hades declared.
I turned to look at Hades in surprise. The Lord of the Underworld isn't usually one for foul language. Frankly, he doesn't need it. Simply removing his sunglasses is enough to intimidate most people.
“That was so sexy, hot stuff,” Persephone, Hades' wife, whispered as she leaned in to kiss him.
Hades put an arm around his fresh-faced bride and proceeded to make out with her. The fact that she was seated on his lap made the maneuver easier. And the fact that he was seated on a wooden lawn chair, as opposed to one of the plastic ones, made it safer. With the way they started going at it, a plastic chair would have crumpled.
