Wrath moved towards the intruders, popping her knuckles. “Did you and this heifer come for another beating, Ramon?”
A vein appeared on Eris’s forehead. "Heifer?! You cow!" she whipped her hand across Wrath’s face. "How dare you speak to a Matriarch that way? I am the real Lady of Penumbra and you’ve done a poor job at trying to take my place!"
Wrath rubbed her stinging cheek. “‘Real Lady’…I don’t care who you are! You’re not going to slap me and get away with it!” She lunged forward, grabbing Eris by her neck.
At the same time, John swung at Bastille and the front porch became a fighting ring.
Donovan ran up to his mother, squeezing her waist.
Wrath grunted, prying the boy off of her. "Nice to see you too, kid. Now where the heck have you been?"
He pointed behind her. “Hanging out with my uncle.”
John narrowed his eyes. "You don’t have an uncle." He followed Wrath’s gaze behind her and spotted a strange woman and a man with black hair and green eyes walking towards their front porch. "Who are those people?"
"John, it’s Bastille. He’s disguised himself and he’s not alone."
John balled his fists. "Son. Get in the house. Now."
Donovan disappeared into the house as Bastille and Eris reached the last wooden step.
Eris pouted her lips at him. "Aw, did that hurt? You have to face it. The kid’s father is human and your influence is merely a stain on his body. Now, where is this Wrath? I have a score with her."
"Clinging to her human as always…"
"Ugh! What does she see in that flesh bag?!"
He shrugged. "I don’t know, but go get her if you must. I’m staying here with the boy."
Eris rolled her eyes. "You act as if she ripped your heart out and fed it to you. You can’t seriously be in love with her even after what she’s done to you."
He stayed quiet, but the look he gave her said everything.
"You are, aren’t you? That’s sad, Ramon."
He sighed. "It’s not like I can pursue it. She’s made it perfectly clear that she doesn’t feel the same. I don’t know why I bothered with that agreement."
Eris’s lip curled. "That agreement was made in MY world without MY permission and you will pay for that. You will also get over that farce of a crush you have on her starting today. Come on. We’re taking the brat home."
Bastille sat under the tree canopy, watching Donovan play in the sand. It was a good thing they usually came around when no one else did. If a child were to pick on the boy with him around, they would have been miserable for a few days. As he cooled himself in the shade, a female voice disturbed his peace.
"Bastille! Sir, there’s a catastrophe in Penumbra! We need you back here!"
Bastille growled. Another Lesser, he thought. It was not uncommon for some of his minions to come to the Human world and beg him to come back. His answer was always the same: "I’m not going. I have obligations here."
"But, sir. Penumbra is in danger!"
"I’m watching over my son. Now beat it!"
The female’s voice instantly changed to a more dominant tone. "So that’s it…"
Cold fear welled up beneath his skin as he realized just who he was talking to.