“I do.”
He squinted like He was doing a complex mathematical equation. “Be sure of your chosen mate. Secure the bond before you head into battle, and when all seems lost, remind yourself his heart beats for yours.”
That wasn’t cryptic at all. “Thank you?”
He chuckled, leaned down, and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Stay safe, Cora. I have big plans for you.” And then He was simply gone.
The door to Dayna’s house smacked open, and my aunts, Rebecca, and Maggie poured out. “Who the hell was that?” Liz snapped.
I smirked. Time to unbalance them. “That? My grandfather. You know, God.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Felines have claws, but monsters have teeth.
The problem with having the weight of the world on your shoulders was the guilt it brought when you weren’t spending every single drop of energy on keeping it together. It gained ownership of your life and snuck in until it consumed you.
I darted my gaze at Hudson as he stalked around our bedroom, shoving items into an overnight bag. I plucked out my clothing and placed it back on the bed.
“I don’t really have time for a dirty weekend,” I told him. Again.
He snorted. “The world can wait, Cora. You have to snatch these moments with a little more force, and if you can’t, then you can depend on me to do it for you.”
I sighed. He placed his hands on my shoulders and ushered me out of the bedroom where Rebecca and Dayna were waiting for me, then slammed the door closed. Rebecca smirked just as Harry floated through the floor. His head rose from inside Dayna, and Rebecca blinked at the scene.
“You get used to it,” I muttered.
“Miss Roberts, I apologize.”
“For what?”
He grimaced. “There was a DEFCON ten pineapple situation, and I failed to inform you.”
“What? When?”
He rose further and moved to the right so he wasn’t inside of my aunt. “Your g-g-g…”
“Grandfather?” I checked.
He nodded. “Yes, Him. I should have warned you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Harry. No amount of pineapples could have prepared me for that meeting.”
“How was He?” Harry whispered.
How was God? Umm. “He was both ordinary and otherworldly. He likes cherryade and lemon cookies.”
“I’ll make sure we always have plenty in stock,” Rebecca said. “We can’t piss off the big G.”
“I wish I could see Harry,” Dayna said with a pout.
“It was very disconcerting,” Harry added with a wistful look.
I was alive, and I found being in His presence unbalancing, so I could only imagine how the dead felt. Which reminded me. “Has the concentration of remnants dissipated from White Castle?”
He shook his head. “No. If anything, they have gained more.”
Huh. There went that theory. Unless it took a hot minute for the deity’s presence to wear off.
