“And one of the children of the God of Darkness,” I murmur, frowning, likewise staring into space. “Ole Darkie.”
Jackson laughs at the Goddess’s nickname for her ex. “And he’s got enough of those to choose from,” he murmurs. “So we’ll maybe never know.”
“Wait, what?” I say, sitting up a bit to peer down at him. “How many children does he have?”
“Like, a lot, Ariel,” Jackson replies, frowning up at me. “Famously.”
“What!?”
Jackson laughs lightly, pulling me down against him. “You need to study your religious texts, Clark,” he murmurs, brushing his lips again over my hair. “This is your nation’s religion too.”
“I don’t study religion,” I say, shaking my hair haughtily back, making my voice hoity-toity and smug. “I am religion – I am a demigoddess, after all.”
He laughs at me, his eyes crinkling, because even if I am kidding and making bold excuses for my ignorance, it’s…kind of true.
“Come on, Jacks,” I say with a happy sigh, settling back down against him. “Explain. I am ignorant and wanting of knowledge of what is, apparently, my own family tree. Enlighten me.”
“Okay,” my mate says, pulling me tight. “But listen up, because I’m not explaining it twice –“
“You’ll explain it as many times as I demand, supplicant,” I growl, trying to do my best to embody bossy goddess energy. But Jackson’s soft laughter just lets me know how deeply I’ve failed. “Okay, I’ll listen,” I say with a grin, snuggling against him. “But talk fast, because I’m sleepy.”
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