The Deep Wild, Part VII
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are going to do wondrous things. You need a strong name to help you through your life.”
I really don’t want to do this anymore, so let’s make this quick, shall we? I’m the Goddess of Marriage and the Queen of the Heavens. I am vengeful and unjust and quick to anger. I am also compassionate and hopeful and just a woman who wants to be seen for who she really is and not who she’s been made to be. And I am NOT their fucking babysitter.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are going to do wondrous things. You need a strong name to help you through your life.”
Moxie hesitated, not wanting to greet such evil, but she knew Lydia would do exactly what she said. Moxie saw her intentions as clear as day.
Moxie straddled his waist and wiped the blood from her knife onto his cheek. She bared her teeth at him and growled. “No means no.”
“We’re going through the opening and since you like to discover new things, you can go first, brother.”
“Spiders. A lot of spiders. Like a whole nest of really big, gigantic, flesh-eating spiders.”
Moxie stumbled over an apple and reached out to a pillar to steady herself. When she pulled her hand away, she gasped. Her hand was covered in blood.
I walked around town yesterday afternoon to get a feel for the area and smiled at all the children dressed up in costumes, already anticipating the upcoming Halloween festival.
“Oh, my poor, sweet boy. I am so sorry about Cassandra. She would have made a wonderful addition to the family. I liked her.”
Heat flowed throughout my body, starting from my center and radiating through every cell. I felt desperate and anxious and kept feeling the whisper of his lips against mine.
Giving Nike a wet dream was childish and no one hated her enough to stoop that low. It was almost as if it were done on accident. “So who has the power to do something like that accidentally?”
Never one to back down from a power play, he shot a lightning bolt directly at my face, waiting until the very last breath to divert it so that it slides like butter into the wall next to my cheek.
“Perhaps he’ll get the idea that summer vacation is just what he needs right now. Though I may just amuse myself with this fine specimen that is turning our Nike’s head.”
I dropped my robe to the floor, grabbed the lightning bolt tie I demanded that he wear, and pulled him to our oversized mahogany bed.
“I won’t let some bitch talk to me like that. The only reason we came to you is that you’re so highly recommended. I would have rather gone to see a man. Let’s go, Meredith!”
Mr. Franklin was on the phone from the minute they came in. He walked into the waiting room ahead of his wife, not bothering to hold the door open for her, obviously assuming she would take care of everything.