A week had passed since Duncan told me what was supposed to happen to us. My kids and I.
I was hopeful we would have more time, but there was something in his voice that made me want to rush things. The transition I mean. Ever since I knew who Fujin was, something in me began to worry.
A number of scrolls started coming at the hotel. Scrolls that were read by the scholars of the Immortals. From Europe to Asia, I knew Claude's ability was rare, but for the gods to use him this early? I started to get mad.
It was Duncan that stepped in. He told all the pantheons to ease with the scrolls or he will be burning them. "I do not care if those have been in your hands eons ago, my son will not be reading any of those without his mother's permission, mine, and his."
I could feel the anger coming out of him when the 50th one arrived at The Belle's doorstep. And while Claude was having fun reading an ancient story Hera had given, the rest was not for kids.
