“Nothing currently. In the past however….”
Wane wrapped his arm around me, a warning in his glare.
“I told you all I was able to do was watch my descendants’ lives, Halwen,” Erebus said, brushing shards of glass off his knees. “That is true. But when someone dies, I’m able to reach them with my shadows.”
“Like when I died,” I agreed.
He nodded and was good enough to pretend he didn’t notice the grief in my mates’ eyes. “Exactly. I saw when you were killed the first time. I knew what Cronus planned, what you would be—his downfall. And I knew you needed the full weight of your family line behind you. So I may have, while Cronus’s eyes were elsewhere, lined your womb with shadow. That’s what changed you, your biology. It’s what gave you the power to bring him to his knees.”
“You—” I shook my head, stunned and annoyed and so touched, so grateful.
“Get over here, you bastard,” I said, choking back tears as I wrangled Erebus, the first shadow, the… you know all the rest, into a hug.
“Thank you,” Wane breathed, his face shining with tears. “Thank you.”
Busty’s face softened around the edges when he looked at Wane, his descendant. “It was the least I owed you all, for being unable to intervene all your lives. Now, let’s visit the Cock, shall we?”
“Yeah,” I said, unable to stop smiling, stop crying. “Let’s go home.”