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Her brows furrowed as she slit her eyes open once more, revealing the most gorgeous golden irises I’d ever seen.
“What is it?” she asked, touching her cheek with one hand.
Orion chuckled. “Well I’ll be damned. You gave a Dark Mage her soul back.”
Chapter 15
Orion insisted we all sit down at a traditional Demigod feast. He briefly informed me that I’d accidentally converted Olivia into a Light Mage—no biggie—and that the gods would enjoy having lunch with her.
Within moments a glimmer of servant sprites had set out an enormous blanket with a long table in the center that boasted every kind of mouth-watering treat I could have imagined—because Cherubs had better things to do, according to Orion.
He also invited some of his relatives, who were all just as gorgeous as he was, and I tried not to wonder too hard if they were actually gods as they struck up conversation with Olivia.
However, Orion’s hot uncles and cousins weren’t who had me pinned to the spot.
No, that shock was reserved for my mother.
She sat across from me with her legs tucked underneath her as she smiled ear-to-ear. “Lilith, I can’t believe how far you’ve come. Just look at you.” She reached out and stroked my blonde hair for the third time, tucking it behind my ear in a way that made me feel like this really was my mother.
But how could she be? Brilliant white wings spanned out behind her and a golden glow emanated around her head.
She was an angel.
Which made me… what? Exactly?
I cleared my throat and coddled my goblet of wine, because no Demigod feast was complete without goblets.
“So… you were about to explain where I come from,” I said, having trouble meeting her grey eyes, the only part of her that wasn’t blazing with the same intensity of gold I’d endured outside. “My conception, I mean.”
“Your father and I wanted you so badly,” she began, beaming at me with pride. “I couldn’t conceive because of what I am.”
“An angel,” I said, stating it out loud just to make it real.
She chuckled. “Yes.”
Orion plucked a bunch of grapes from the main stem on the table and offered it to me. “You must be starving after your trip. How did you manage to get here, anyway? Is it because you’re part angel?” He waggled his brows. “None of my relatives can say they’ve fucked an angel.”
“Orion,” warned an older man with a long, silver beard. He took a sip from his goblet and glowered. “Have some manners.”
Orion’s question washed over me. I was part angel; what else could this all mean? It was hard to believe that’s what I was. I didn’t feel very… angelic.
“I’m good,” I said as I pushed away the grapes. My mouth went dry, so I took another sip from the goblet. The warmth of the wine traveled to my belly and helped me to feel more grounded, as if I wasn’t sitting in a field with a bunch of gods and my angel mother. “And how I got here is none of your business,” I added.
“Was it one of Renee’s cards?” Silvia, my mother, asked with a gentle smile.
I shrugged. “Maybe.” I recalled from my studies that Renee was one of Fortune Academy’s founders, as well as a powerful Fate Witch. If anyone had the power to get to Heaven, it was her.
Olivia chuckled. “You’re so defensive, Lils.”
Olivia didn’t seem to be having nearly as much trouble processing all of this, but perhaps that had something to do with the fact that coming here had given her a new soul. She took the grapes from Orion, who frowned in response.
“So you were saying you couldn’t conceive right away,” Olivia pressed, stuffing two grapes in her mouth. “Was Lily’s father a mortal?”
“Olivia,” I hissed, but my mother waved me off.
“It’s all right, dear.” She tugged at her tight dress as she readjusted her position on the ground, revealing pale-white porcelain skin. She didn’t dress very modestly for an angel, but she definitely had the body to pull it off. “Your father was the Incubus King.”
I sputtered on my wine. “So that’s why I’m part succubus?”
