Page 49 of Moody as a Minotaur

“Youlove…Oh God.” Parker groaned again and slapped his hands over his cheeks.

“If you’d let me finish, I was simply going to say they do important work. But no way was anyone going to keep me behind a desk all day.”

“I knew it!” Parker did a fist pump. “Mom is going to be?—”

“You can’t tell your mother,” Edith snapped.

“But…”

“Cara doesn’t need to know everything.” She narrowed her eyes at her grandson.

“Fine,” Parker huffed. He tilted his head and studied his grandmother. “So why are you here with Finley and his friends? You know Finley isn’t a hunter. He’s pescatarian.”

Edith skewered her grandson with a piercing scowl and waved her hand through the air dismissively. “We aren’t talking about religion.”

“What? No. That’s not…” Parker floundered.

Edith winked at me, like she knew exactly what a pescatarian was and was just saying shit to rile Parker.

“But that’s beside the point,” she continued. “I didn’t suspect they were hunters until he showed up with those two. I keep my ear to the ground, because I’m too young to retire—no matter what the government says. So, like I said, I thought there might be a criminal organization in town, and I thought I should investigate. I do what I can and pass along tips to my former colleagues when I find something juicy.”

Juicy. What was it with this woman and that word?

“And if you were right? You would have put Fin in danger.”

“Fin is like a puppy,” she scoffed. “No one would suspect him of being involved in an investigation, but he’s good at distracting people. He’s handy when I want to get tongues wagging. He gets them going, then I sit back and listen. It’s amazing what people say around old people,” she continued. “It’s like they think for every wrinkle that appears we lose a handful of brain cells.” Once again, she pierced her grandson with a steely stare.

Parker threw his hands up in the air. “What’re you looking at me like that for? I don’t think that. I think you’re devious, not senile.”

Edith lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on,” Parker said. “I know you phoned me in the middle of the night to trick me into saying things.”

Edith smirked at Davina. “Worked like a charm too.”

Parker rolled his eyes.

Davina slipped her hand into Edith’s. “You always were clever.”

“Wait. Are you two…?” Parker waved his hand between Edith and Davina. “Like a thing?”

Davina squeezed Edith’s hand. “Now that we’ve reconnected and I have a home base here, we’re getting to know one another again.”

“But… But Nana’s old enough to be your… your nana.”

Davina looked at me. “You haven’t had the talk yet?”

Parker swung his attention to me. “Talk? What talk?” He rubbed his chest. “How much more is there to know? I’m not sure I’m ready for all of this.”

I frowned at Davina. “He just learned about supes today. Of course he doesn’t know everything already.”

“Levi?” Parker grabbed my arm. “What are they talking about?”

“Some supes age differently from humans. Davina is probably a lot older than your grandmother.”

Davina nodded.

“Wait, how old are you?” Parker asked me.