Page 62 of Darkening Truth
“Fucking perfect,” Khaos mutters from beside me, making Loki chuckle.
“We did tell you, mate,” he says, although I have no idea what he’s referring to.
“I’m so sorry,” Magnus says again.
“Why didn’t you ask me about it?” Monty asks with a confused frown.
I shrug, “I didn’t know when I would see you again, and the last time you popped in so much had happened, and I was avoiding thinking about it and what it meant, so I didn’t ask.”
Monty’s expression softens, “All you’ve got to do is ask for me and I’ll appear as soon as I can.”
“Wait, really?” I ask.
He nods, “Yep. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there. Unless it’s a situation like in the cells, I couldn’t get to you then. None of us could, and believe me, we tried.”
“Explain, please?” I ask.
They look at each other, easily communicating without words, and showing that they aren’t simply acquaintances but know each other very well.
“We’re your fathers, well, we’re two of them,” they say together.
“And your mother is Verena,” Monty adds. He carries on speaking quickly as if he’s worried that he’s going to get stopped at any moment. “We were not supposed to tell you. The Fates would not allow it. Your mother is a Fate, and her two sisters are the other Fates.”
“I would suggest that you ask any questions you have really quickly because any second now we’re about to be summoned by our beautiful mate and yelled at,” Magnus suggests.
“And your mate is my mother?” I ask surprisingly calmly. They both nod, “And you’re both my fathers.”
“Two of them, yes. You have more, but I think we’ve pushed it too far. Although I imagine that they’re going to introduce themselves to you as well now,” Monty says. “If you’re wondering how, we’re gods, your mum is a goddess. The usual laws of procreation, as in, you can only have one biological father, don’t exist for us. You are all biologically all of ours.”
“Fucking hell,” Khaos mutters. “That’s not supposed to be possible. Gods aren’t supposed to be able to have children with other gods.”
Magnus grins, “We aren’t normal gods.” He looks back at me, as I just stare at them stupefied, “I was bound by all of the Fates, I couldn’t save you from the cunt that claimed to be your father, I wasn’t even supposed to be as close to you as I was, but by the time I had tricked him into believing that I was his brother, it was too late for them to do anything about it.”
“There are things that we physically couldn’t do, things that we couldn’t help with no matter how much we wanted to. Our hands were tied,” Monty adds disdain plain on his face.
I simply nod because how else am I supposed to deal with that? I mean, what the fuck?
“Shit, we’re getting called.” Magnus curses, “I promise that when we come back, we will tell you everything that we can.”
“Okay,” I reply simply.
“Magnus, Monty!” Verena’s voice echoes through the room, “What the hell have you two done now?”
“What you would have if you could have, Darling,” Monty replies, with a big smile.
“Get back here, now,” Verena replies, although there’s an edge of amusement to her tone.
“You have to admit it was pretty clever,” a voice in the background mutters, sounding vaguely familiar, which is weird as hell and not something that I want to deal with now.
The two of them disappear, and we’re left alone.
Silence reigns.
I’m aware that the guys are all watching me closely.
After a good few minutes of silence, Kill moves in front of me and ducks down to my level since I don’t look up to him, and I’m sort of just staring into space.
That was a lot to process in a very short amount of time.
