My girl came out into the living area, her arm linked with Drace's. I nodded, felt the low-grade anger dissipate. If she'd been even one more iota upset, heads would have f*****g rolled.
Hadn't my girl been through enough? Hadn't she solved the problems of the gods and the Villagers already? Why did she have to save the Fae from their own messes?
Oh, that's right. Because my Cheeks was the Apex s**t of all Goddesses. Even her grandmother was lower than her in power right now.
I stood in line, thankful some of the other dragons found stress relief in cooking. Stir fry with every imaginable topping or ingredient was laid out in various bowls and containers. One enterprising soul had even turned the full range into a single cooktop. He was cooking everyone's orders as we waited.
Drace
