Page 247 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

She let out a soft giggle and turned excited eyes on her son.

“See, I knew you didn’t have to worry,” she said in exasperation. Drake bit back a growl of frustration and I couldn’t blame him.

“What did you see, Mom?” he questioned.

“That I was right.”

Such a simple answer that explained nothing. She was as vague and confusing as the riddles she loved to give me.

“What were you right about?” Hiro prompted. This time he moved in front of her, crouching down and taking her hands. She gave him an indulgent smile as she took one hand back to pat his cheek.

“Things are going to work out. Dark Haven is going to thrive again, the world is going to rebuild. Harlow is going to fix this, and we will move on like we’re supposed to.”

Even I had a hard time arguing with her when she seemed so certain.

“What do you mean? Do you know how I close the portal? Can you tell me more about it?” I pleaded. It was likely beneath my title to beg, but I’d do anything to fix things. They’d gone too far already.

“Didn’t I tell you that?” she questioned, raising one eyebrow. I let out a laugh at the boldness and sass there.

She truly was healing; her personality was coming through and was just as sarcastic as her son’s.

“If you call that riddle telling me,” I deadpanned. “Prophecies are never clear.”

“Prophecies are supposed to be figured out by the person they’re meant for.”

Her words echoed what the God of Gods told me.

“I’d say Odin agrees with you.” I sighed.

Once again, I was lost. At least it was reassuring to know it would work out... eventually. Somehow.

The prophecy replayed in my head.

An even exchange.

It sounded so simple like I could send someone through from Helheim, swap places with someone here, but I knew that wasn’t it.

We’d done that countless times between the gargoyles, our deaths, and Hel’s escape.

No, there was something more to it, a big piece I was missing.

A loud knock on the door had Drake standing and pulling it open. Roman was standing there with a fanged grin and a stack of pizza boxes in his hand.

“Obviously no stores are open, but the kitchen had the ingredients and Layne helped me find a recipe. She and Stravos are fairly good in the kitchen so don’t give me the credit,” he explained as Drake took them. “The ingredients were still fresh.”

“Thank you,” Drake said as he clapped the gargoyle on the shoulder.

Honestly, he had impeccable timing. The tension was gone from the room despite us getting nowhere in the conversations with Sarah.

The smell of cheese and spiced sauce filled the air, and I could almost hear the phantom echo of my stomach growling.

I missed food.

“Pizza!” Sarah exclaimed, clapping her hands. At least she was fairly unaffected by the stress the rest of us were dealing with.

Drake and Hiro helped her get to the table and set up, but she didn’t hesitate to dig in. Her pizza slice was half gone before they’d even stepped back.

It looked amazing. The gargoyles and Layne had done amazing, but now it made me want food even more.

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