“Neither can I,” a snide voice said.
Destiny turned toward Rocque. “This is a private conversation. Move along, Spot.”
“What did you call me?” Ice dripped from Rocque’s voice.
“I’m sorry; did I misunderstand your punishment? Aren’t you sentenced to being a dog for the next decade?” This was in itself no punishment for an immortal like Rocque. The council could have forced him to become any living object; instead, they had allowed him to keep the form of a wolf, which he usually ran around in, anyway.
Rocque became angrier at Destiny’s sarcastic smile. “Wolf, not a dog. A wolf.”
“Ah, my mistake. A wolf.” She turned, giving him her back. “Perhaps the bitches you enjoy rutting on will keep you from messing in matters that are not your concern.”
Rocque’s hands clenched into fists. “All matters of the Forest are my concern.”
Destiny turned back to face the angry Lord. “I thought that was the council’s job, not yours.”
“I merely intervened.”
“You interfered,” Destiny corrected him.
Rocque shrugged his broad shoulders. “It won’t be the last time.”
“Want to bet?” Destiny raised her hands, determined to zap the hell out of him, but Rocque’s laughter stopped their motion.
“You’re powerless here, remember?”
Destiny fumed at his sarcastic words. “Be careful, Rocque, that you don’t make me angry. I could always have you mate with one of your bitches at an opportune time to ensure fertility. I think a father of sextuplets would cramp your style quite a bit, don’t you?” Her laughter rang out when Rocque’s face paled at her threat. “Better yet, perhaps I’ll introduce you to Morgana La Faye. I think you would make a delightful couple.”
Destiny was speechless when Rocque merely gave her a devilish smile.
“If you’re giving out introductions, why not introduce me to your three nieces? I could be persuaded to take one to wife.” Seeing Destiny beginning to shake in fury, Rocque’s satisfaction at riling her became evident. “We’ll be one big, happy family. That would make you my aunt.”
Destiny’s temper exploded. She leapt at him, determined to knock the arrogant smirk off his face. However, before she could make contact, Odin caught her in mid-air.
“Calm yourself, Destiny.”
Destiny pointed her finger at Rocque. “You will never have one of my nieces. That, I can guarantee.”
“Be quiet, Rocque!” Odin bellowed over Destiny’s shrieks of anger.
“Let her go.”
Odin turned with Destiny still in his arms at Fate’s order.
“Control your sister.” Odin released Destiny from his hold.
Fate snapped at the god, “Destiny will stop when Lord Doggie quits aggravating her. And she is quite right; he will never have one of my daughters.”
Seeing Rocque tense at Fate’s words, about to start an argument with her, Odin coldly took control.
“Fate, you and your sister cannot continue trying to intimidate others with your powers.”
“I don’t know why not.” Fate gave a delicate shrug. “Destiny gives them a fair chance. She gives them a choice. I merely step in when it’s made.”
“And you of course have never made a mistake?” Odin questioned.
“Oh, I have made several.” Her eyes slid toward Valentine then returned to Odin’s. “Some worse than others.” Her disgust of him was plain on her face.
Odin’s muscled frame stiffened as anger filled his rugged features. “You dare talk to me with such disrespect?”