“I think I'm going to visit Wisa,” Amisk said. “I want to ask him if he's visited me recently.”
“I think that's a wise decision,” I said. “Verify what we've concluded. Uh, do you have a phone?”
Amisk lifted his brows at me.
“How about a mirror for contacting other gods?”
“Oh. Yes. I use a metal mirror. It's what I receive heralds on.”
“Old school,” Torr said. “You know, I could hook you up with a vein of Internet. Then you could get cell service here and a computer.”
“A computer in the God Realm?” Amisk's eyes went wide.
“Torrent is the God of the Internet,” I said. “He can attach a vein to your territory so that you can tap into it.”
“Would it weaken my wards?”
“No.”
Then Amisk frowned. “That reminds me. How did you get through my—”
“We'd better go,” I hurried to say. “I'm so sorry, Amisk, but my husband is waiting. Torrent can come back to install your Internet line if you like.”
“Oh. Uh, yes. Thank you.”
“No problem.” Torrent patted Amisk's shoulder. “Then we can keep in touch.”
“All right.” Amisk looked confused. “You want to keep in touch with me?”
“Sure. We're friends now too,” Torr said.
Amisk's expression went so hopeful that I had to look away. I wondered how many friends he had beyond Wisagatcak. Probably not a lot if he was so eager to make more.
I cleared my throat. “And we're allies as well. If you need to get in touch with us before Torrent returns, go to Moonshine in Hawaii. It's a nightclub that Trevor and I own. The employees will know how to reach us. Unfortunately, I don't have any god receptacles to collect messages at Pride Palace. We've got Internet.”
“Thank you, Godhunter,” Amisk said. “This situation has resolved itself in a most wonderful way. A way I couldn't have dreamed up.”
“It has, hasn't it? That damn trickster.” I shook my head. This was probably part of his plan too—improving Amisk's life. “Oh, and call me Vervain.”
“Good luck with waking your husband, Vervain.”
“Thank you. And don't worry; I won't forget about the beavers.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
“Now what?” I stood before Azrael, holding the Frankensteined contraption. The monster was glowing, ready to go, but I didn't know what to do with it.
“The Pasha will link you to his soul,” Odin said.
“I'm already linked to his soul.”
Odin nodded. “Yes, that's why it must be you to wield it. Only you can draw Azrael up but not out into the Pasha. You have to be delicate about this, Vervain.”
“Delicate?” I squeaked. “Delicate? Really? I'm holding a triton decked out for Christmas! This is a Krampus staff. A frickin' fairy wand for a godmother from Hell. I'm supposed to be delicate with it?”
“Breathe,” Kirill said as he laid a hand on my back. “You are not alone. Ve are vith you. Always.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My husbands drew in closer, but before they could lay hands on me as Kirill had, Odin stopped them.
