Page 95 of King’s Kismet

“She’s my sister. My best friend. Nothing more.” He shook his head, repeating, “Nothing. More.”

“Now she is,” Ūnus informed us, waving her hand dismissively.

“But before?” Duo tsked.

Trēs grinned. “No, Hellsteed.”

“She was going to be your twin.”

“Older sister.”

“Mate.”

I sighed loudly to stop their tiff before it really got started. “That’s a terrible joke.”

“They’re drunk, right?” Jack muttered. “Lo, tell me they’re fucking inebriated.”

“I wish I could.”

“I’m going home,” he told me. “I never want to hear about us potentially being mates again.”

“Same,” I grumbled. “I love you, but not that much.”

As Jack walked away, heading toward the broom closet with his bed sheet wrapped around his waist, the Fates giggled like children.

Bored, unruly children with no authority figure.

Stone furrowed his brow. “Didn’t you summon us because you had an urgent matter—”

“Yes, yes,” Ūnus interrupted.

“Something about the daughter of a god,” Duo murmured, glancing around the throne room as she pursed her lips.

“What about her?” I inquired.

“It was something,” Trēs stated seriously, tapping her chin.

Briggs rubbed his forehead with his middle finger, exhausted from their company. “Like she’s in trouble?”

“Or you want us to find her?” Palmer added.

“Or kill her?”

We all turned to my fae, unsure of if he really asked that question.

“What?” He shrugged. “It’s plausible.”

I nodded. Anything was possible when the Fates were this bored. They were likely stirring up all kinds of bullshit to entertain themselves.

“No, nothing like that,” Ūnus began, her lime green eyes glowing with excitement.

“Then what is it?” York prompted.

“We need you to find three,” Duo continued.

Trēs held up her index finger. “The blood witch.”

Ūnus raised two fingers. “The daughter of a god.”