I frown. “Not control. If he doesn’t want to listen to me, then he won’t.”
“That’s not reassuring in the slightest,” Monty points out.
My smile turns sharp. “It’s not supposed to be.”
“Wait, you called us your dads,” Magnus says, his smile lighting up his expression.
I try not to smile as I reply, “Maybe.”
“You totally did,” Monty grins as he balances his walking stick and perches on top of it as easily as if he’s sitting on the couch.
I clear my throat and change the subject, making their smiles widen even more, “Why are you guys here in my dream?”
“To see you, and make sure you’re doing okay, of course,” Monty replies, like it’s a no-brainer.
To be honest, that’s what he’s been doing for as long as I’ve known him. He turns up with some random advice and then manages to check if I’m okay without me necessarily realising that he’s checking in.
“We can’t get to you, so this is the only chance that we’re going to get to check in on you, and it’s only because Verena called you here, she’s not going to be able to do it again for a while, and we couldn’t come with her when she appeared because we didn’t want to bring too much attention to ourselves,” Magnus explains.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Farren
“The fewer people who know what you mean to us, the better,” Monty adds. He looks at Fluffy. “Although maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad if someone did get curious and follow us here. I have a feeling that Fluffy would defend you and would do so incredibly effectively. Especially since we didn’t even realise that he was here.”
A low, threatening growl echoes through the room, shaking the floor and making me smile.
“I think that’s a yes,” I grin. “I’m surprised that you can’t make it into Siorraidh.”
“You shouldn’t be able to make it in there,” Monty points out.
I frown, “Wait. Does that mean that you all thought that I had Void magic?”
They both nod.
“Yeah, even your mother did. We knew that the Void was behaving differently for you, but we thought that it was because of your heritage,” Magnus explains.
“Because I’m a goddess?” I ask, feeling brave.
“With several different fathers who are gods, and who all have different gifts,” Monty says.
“Oh shit,” I curse. “Does that mean that the Fates don’t even know what's going on? They aren’t pulling the strings?”
“They’re trying their best, but you keep doing things that the Fates can’t control or predict,” Magnus explains with a slight frown.
Monty grins proudly, “You’re causing absolute chaos, and I have never been prouder.”
I grin, “Yeah, actually I’m pretty proud that I’m so unpredictable even the Fates can’t tell me what’s going on.”
“We all are as well,” Magnus says, and I know that he’s referring to more than just him and Monty.
“Are you okay?” Monty asks, serious for once as he looks over me with concern.
I open my mouth to give them my generic answer the same answer that I would give anyone, I’m fine, but I think better of it. This is Magnus and Monty, not two people that I hardly know.
“I’m confused, and I don’t know what my magic is doing,” I reply honestly.
Magnus immediately pulls me into his arms, and I feel Monty wrap his arms around the both of us, making me smile.
