I felt as though there was a thick fog clouding each and every one of my thoughts in the next few moments. After I had helped Maltor up to his feet everybody was staring at the two of us. It would be impossible to tie a general emotion to the crowd, as there was such a variety strewn across each of their faces. Some looked awestruck, others fearful, others shocked, and the remaining few had even more variety, which shouldn’t have been possible.
Grandad was the last one to come out of his bow. He stared at me and Maltor, a sheer look of pride coating his face.
‘Hold on,’ Ethan started, sounding nearly appalled, ‘what do you mean, ‘Albert, descendant of Titan’? Is he my brother or something?’
Henry and Grandad chuckled as the general public resumed their daily lives as though nothing had happened. They all got back into their cars, and would no doubt be gossiping about me and Maltor whilst they were at work.
‘For a smart kid, Ethan, you’re quite the idiot,’ Henry said, laughing.
Ethan, whose brow was now furrowed, looked at the rest of us for help. We all just smirked at him. Jay even nodded. He gave us all an affronted look.
‘Don’t be silly, Henry, there’s no way that they’d know,’ Grandad said, even though he was trying not to smile. ‘If a Roman numeral appears next to the symbol when a child is Claimed, it symbolises how many generations away from the God the child is.’
‘So,’ Maltor said, squinting, ‘that’s why you called me-’
‘Eleven generations?’ Jay exclaimed. ‘That’s like…like…a lot of greats.’
Grandad and I locked eyes, just for a moment. But so much was conveyed in that time. If I was a descendant of Titan then it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what God Grandad was descended from. We were a family descended from the most powerful deity. The Santrrer Family, descendants of Titan. It fitted nicely.
A dark look was cast over Quinn’s face. He had taken himself to the back of the crowd like he was trying to conceal himself. He was never an up-in-your-face kid, but something was definitely off. I was sure that I saw him mouth ‘descendant of Titan’ but I couldn’t be too sure. I had faith in my enhanced vision but I didn’t want to jump to a conclusion. He was evidently trying not to look me in the eye. He had to know something that the rest of us didn’t, right?
‘So Ethan’s my how-many-greats uncle?’ I said, locking eyes with Grandad, but this time we didn’t stop. We stared at each other, sending several silent messages between the two of us.
Grandad nodded, so Ethan piped up. ‘Yeah, now do my washing, you dirty little nephew.’
Strange, how the one uncle I had in my life was one of my best friends. Who happened to be just two months older than me.
I turned to Maltor, not wanting to make him feel left out. ‘You got Claimed!’
He gave me a passive look. ‘By what has to be literally the most boring God.’
‘Nah, I’m sure there’s loads of stuff you can do with Aphrodite powers,’ I said reassuringly. ‘All Gods are powerf-’
‘Mmm,’ he said. ‘Maybe I can fix Amy’s makeup mid-fight. That’d be a great help, right?’
I stared at him, at a loss for words. ‘Come on, Maltor, there’s gotta be plenty of stuff you can do.’
‘Let’s be real, Albert,’ he said, taking on the most serious tone I’d heard come from him in years. ‘You literally just had a flaming sword and a fist crackling with electricity. I could barely even touch her with-’
‘That’s it!’ I exclaimed, grabbing Maltor’s shoulders. A risky move, but I wasn’t sucked into Alfonsoland. ‘That’s your power or at least one of them!’
‘Are you stupid?’ he spat at me, and I could tell that he was trying to mask his sadness with disgust. ‘I just said I couldn’t touch her!’
‘No, idiot!’ I said, excitement channelling through my veins. ‘In that fight, I don’t know if you even meant to do it, but when you said ‘Give up’ I felt my whole body go weak! Then when you said ‘Cut off her head’, it was like being born again! It was like…like you were making me do things!’
His eyes went wide. Then his face dropped. ‘You’re joking. Just cuz you come from Titan doesn’t mean you have to try and make me feel better.’
‘I’m not joking!’ I exclaimed desperately. ‘That really happened! And I know you realised it because your face changed before you ordered me to kill her!’
‘Yeah,’ he said, still evidently upset, ‘and this power is so great that you succeeded at killing her. Oh, wait.’
I glared daggers at him. ‘You just need training. I didn’t want my sword to burst into flames, or for my hand to become a storm, but it did. So we need training. Jus-’
‘Just shut up,’ he said, his face taught. ‘Just, please, shut up.’
‘Ma-’
Then a bright light expanded from my right. Everybody around me recoiled instantly. I’m certain Asbel and Quinn let out small hisses. It was like a white ball had just emerged from nothing. Its light was shining across the entire street, and cars stopped abruptly, presumably because the drivers realised that they were in danger of crashing because they were suddenly, you know, being blinded.
‘What the hell?’ I heard Natasha shout, even though this ball was making no noise.
Grandad and Henry were smiling. Even though they apparently knew what this white light was, they were still covering their eyes. But there was no mistaking the huge grins on their faces. And I soon found out exactly why they were smiling.
Somebody stepped out from the centre of the light. And my first impression of this man was that he was stunning. He had wonderful, flowing dirty blond hair that reached his shoulders and blue eyes that sparkled, even though it was still dark. Even the small things like his nose and ears seemed perfect. He wore a pristine white toga, which was perfectly positioned to show us some of his well-defined abs and arms. He also wore leather sandals, which I, of course, found strange. Why would somebody be wearing leather sandals, especially at a time like this? Light stubble sporting the same colour as his hair decorated the sides of his face and his chin. And he was tall, too. He was roughly the same height as Grandad, who stood at a staggering six-foot-two.
Then the light behind him disappeared as abruptly as it had appeared. He grinned at all of us, showing us all glistening white teeth.
‘Sorry I’m late,’ he said. ‘I usually try to come to all of my Claimings, but I decided to hold off on these.’
Everybody stared in disbelief, besides Grandad and Henry, of course. They just smiled right back at the man, who turned to us kids. He stared at Ethan for a few seconds before turning and locking eyes with me. And it was at that moment that I knew. I knew exactly who stood before me.
‘Titan,’ I said plainly, and my friends spluttered in disbelief.
‘Indeed,’ he said, not removing his gaze from me.
‘Dad?’ Ethan said, stepping forward slightly.
‘Son,’ Titan replied.
The silence was deafening. Nobody said a single word. I had so much and so little on my mind. So many questions and so many statements. So much joy and so much…anger?
‘Steven’s right,’ Titan began, dismissing the awkwardness and turning to face me and Maltor. ‘The two of you fought excellently.’
I stared up at him, trying my absolute hardest not to appear disgusted.
‘What about us?’ Jay inquired hopefully. ‘When will we be Claimed?’
Titan stared down at him. ‘Soon. Very, very soon.’
‘That doesn’t help,’ I heard Asbel grunt, and Natasha nodded slightly.
I was certain I saw Titan’s brow furrow slightly when they did this, but he chose to ignore it.
‘So,’ Ethan said, staring blankly at his feet, ‘you’re really my dad?’
Titan crouched and pulled me closer to Ethan. The two of us were pressed against each other. Titan’s hand felt warm and comforting, but I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling I got from him.
‘You two are going to do great,’ he said proudly. ‘I’m glad that I can call you two mine.’
I pulled myself out of his grasp. I wasn’t his. Just because his blood flowed through my veins didn’t make me his property or something. And it wasn’t even like we were closely related. Eleven generations. That was insane. That was nine greats if I was counting correctly. That was so far away that for a split second I worried if I had imagined the fire and lightning.
‘What the- Albert!’ Jay exclaimed. ‘Your ear! I swear it wasn’t there a second ago!’
I turned back to Maltor and the two of us smirked. ‘Healing, I guess. Don’t you remember when Robert took out my left hand?’
‘Oh, yeah,’ he said, still sounding dumbfounded.
‘I dunno what it is, though,’ I continued, before wondering if I was laying it on too thick, so I stopped speaking.
Titan was staring at me peculiarly. His eyes seemed to be full of a mixture of pride and confusion. I was used to being looked at with confusion, but I never thought I’d see that look come from the supreme being. In fairness, I had never thought I’d see Titan at all. After all, I had only discovered that he existed eight days ago. Eight days. It had only been eight days since the start of all of this mess. Eight days.
‘So,’ I said quietly, ‘how do we get to learn how to use all of our powers now?’
‘I’m sure some of your teachers would be happy to help,’ Titan replied.
The two of us stared into each other’s eyes, not blinking. I felt so many emotions in that one moment I am unsure how I would even begin to describe them.
‘Why did you even come here?’ Ethan asked, still apparently fascinated by his own feet.
‘Because I’m your dad,’ Titan replied nonchalantly.
I thought about how Ethan had been living with a man for the past twelve years who he believed was his father, only to be told differently. At least I wasn’t being told that the man that died for me wasn’t my real father. It must have felt horrible. How was Ethan supposed to see his family the same way after finding out that his dad wasn’t his father? Or that his sister was only his half-sister?
Titan was staring wearily at Maltor and Quinn, the latter of which was still staring at anything but me with a horrible look on his face. He knew something. I’d seen a look like that many times, and it was always worn by somebody who knew more than the people around them.
‘But Aphrodite isn’t here,’ Maltor said, turning his gaze to Titan. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes, which Titan seemed to be fond of doing.
‘I suppose you could say that I’m a one-of-a-kind God,’ Titan said, beaming.
Nobody else’s lips rose.
‘Well, thank you for coming, I suppose,’ Grandad said awkwardly.
Titan nodded. Then he took me and Ethan by the shoulders and pulled us aside once more. I was getting quite tired of this guy. He crouched in front of us and began talking.
‘You two are the most powerful demigods this city has seen in a while,’ he said as though it were a normal thing to say. ‘You need to harness your power and use it to fight Amy. Fight for justice.’
‘Thanks for the hero speech,’ I grumbled. Titan slightly raised his eyebrows. I seemed to have forgotten that this powerful God chose to spy in on people’s whispers but not save his own descendants whilst they were, you know, being murdered.
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‘This is surreal,’ Ethan said, still staring at the ground.
‘You were Claimed five days ago,’ I pointed out.
‘Yeah,’ he said, still not removing his gaze from the floor, ‘but now that I’ve met him it feels a bit different. Could’ve just been fake before, you know?’
Titan smiled. ‘It’s been real all this-’
‘What about my dad?’ Ethan asked abruptly. It was unlike him to cut someone off. Clearly, this particular thought was especially pressing to him.
‘Well,’ Titan tried to sound sympathetic, ‘I won’t be living with you. He can still be your dad. We can share you.’
There it was again. He was referring to us as objects. Property. Tools. Not like we were his family. Oh, no, we weren’t that important. We were just powerful demigods. Tools for war. Nothing else to us.
He did not stay long after that. He left in another brilliant white flash as abruptly as he had arrived. Everybody stood in a cold silence once he had left. I didn’t look at anyone. Most people looked at me.
I stepped away from the group before breaking out into a run. I stretched my wings out to their fullest length and took off, my knife in one hand, my sword in the other. I did not know where I would fly to, I just knew that I was flying. I didn’t even feel like going to school. I just wanted to fly and fly and fly until I dropped in a field somewhere far away.
So I didn’t go to school. Not at all. I just flew. I flew so far south that I entered northern Norfolk. I went very, very far. So much had been revealed in just an hour. Amy didn’t want to kill me. I was a descendant of Titan. Grandad was a descendant of Titan. Titan was one of the biggest jerks I had ever met, and I knew Louise.
One good thing came from my flight, however. It left me feeling refreshed. I was so calm whilst flying that the Power didn’t make a surprise appearance. Even though I was noticeably as stressed, if not more so, than I had been just two days ago when I had lost control, I didn’t even feel a sudden urge to let it loose.
The wind rushed through my hair, causing it to fly backwards off of my forehead. I laughed manically multiple times whilst up there. I don’t know why. Nothing was funny.
My cousins were dead. My parents were dead. My other grandparents were dead. My aunts were dead. My uncles were dead. Amy was not. And neither was I. As long as the two of us remained alive together I would hunt her down and bring her as much pain as humanly possible.
I also found it quite strange how good she was with magic. Of course, I couldn’t expect her to be at my level; she was much older than I was. But it was strange. The invisible force that had stopped me from decapitating her had definitely been her doing. How could magic be so good against swords? It didn’t make sense. They were two entirely different things, almost from different worlds. Swords. And wands. The two were so horrifically different that they were excellent at opposing the other.
And there was still the issue of Alfonso. I needed to find him, too. I didn’t care if he wasn’t on Amy’s side. He had been there on the night that my parents had died. He knew much more than I ever would. And I didn’t trust Amy’s story one bit. I trusted it much less now that I knew exactly why I had survived her attack. I had to find Alfonso. And if he was as useless as Amy at giving answers, I could surely bring a flaming sword to his neck, too.
Whoever the hell he was, he had answers that nobody else could give me. Maybe Grandad could, but I doubted that he would want to relive that night. The night that his daughter was murdered.
After roughly two hours of flying, I found myself soaring over London. The bustling streets lay for miles below me. I could not see it as I was well above the clouds, but I knew where I was. My natural sense of navigation allowed me to know exactly where I was at all times.
I gently glided downwards through the clouds and watched as London became clearer and clearer. I wasn’t exactly deep within the city, I was nowhere near the centre. I was flying somewhere above Edmonton. Hundreds of houses sat beneath me. Presumably, there were full of nice, happy, loving families, that were completely oblivious of the war raging just one-hundred-and-twenty-eight miles to the north.
It was now around half-past eight. Only half-past eight. I had been up for two and a half hours. Just that. So much had happened and it had only been two and a half hours. Who else could say that fought two serial killers, got Claimed by a God, found out that it was their dead mom’s birthday, and then make it to London all within the span of a single morning?
The cold sun glared down at me as I flew. A chilling breeze wafted through my entire body. I became one with the wind. For a moment I wondered what my parents would think if they could see me. I then realised that if they were alive then I most likely wouldn’t have my wings. There is no chance that they would have let The School take me. No chance.
I soon realised that I needed food. Being 2% bird came at a heavy price. I needed a lot more calories than even people that were older than me. I wasn’t sure of the exact number, but it was a lot when compared to others my age. I used to turn to crime to feed myself. Of course, Rob had no idea. But all of those ‘muggings’ in my area? Me. I was a hungry bird-child. I needed a lot of calories.
I was out of breath, as well. Even though I had special air sacs in my lungs flying five miles up did things to me. In a long flight, it was best to fly at an altitude of between fifteen and twenty-two thousand feet. That’s what I had done when I had escaped The School.
I was about to dive down to the city and grab food, but I quickly remembered that my attire was not what most people would call suitable for London. I was in pyjamas. I didn’t even feel bored at the idea of flying another two hours back to RoCity. I enjoyed it. Thoroughly.
My thoughts ran wild for the entire journey. It may have only been a little over two hours, but it felt as though I had spent days up in the sky. I kept my usual altitude of about sixteen thousand feet this time, and I felt my energy levels remain steady, and I didn’t fatigue at all. That was the strange thing about me and Maltor. I could fly for a lot longer than he could. Like hours longer. In return, however, he could fly a lot faster than I could. His cruising speed was ten or fifteen miles per hour higher than mine. Maybe we had different bird genes fused with our own.
But Mom was dead. So was Kane. And Leah. And Harvey. And Dad. And Nan. Everyone. All dead. And there was nothing that a person could do to bring back the dead. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Strangely, I did not cry at this sudden intrusion of depressing thoughts. I seemed to accept them as I would an ordinary daydream. The thought of my mom’s limp body falling to the ground right after she had seen my dad meet the same fate seemed normal. Sure, it was sad, thinking about your parents’ murders, but it felt weirdly typical. Like I had been through many similar things, or that I was going to experience many similar things.
Once RoCity began to enter my vision once more it was already nearly midday. I couldn’t exactly just waltz into school as though I hadn’t been missing the entire morning.
I felt so conflicted. All the time. I was just a kid, I shouldn’t be acting like I had the entire weight of the world on my shoulders. There were people out there who had it worse than me; much worse. Grandad, Henry, and you could even say Ethan or Quinn had it worse than I did.
I soared over the Valley for a few moments, circling around The Tower whilst I attempted to find an ideal landing place. Deciding that I did need food, I tucked my wings tight against my body and dived toward the road in front of The Tower. In a dive, I could easily hit one-hundred-and-ten miles per hour. It took no less than three seconds to get close enough to the ground to land. I effortlessly stretched my wings out and gently pressed my feet against the pavement. I was back.
The road was definitely quieter, but there was still the odd vehicle or group of pedestrians. Some glanced towards me for a few seconds before realising that I could also see them, causing them to hurriedly look away.
‘I hear you got Claimed,’ a voice said from my left.
I wheeled around, and I was met by one of the women from the day that we had gone to that house. Her long black hair fell beautifully over her shoulders and her green eyes sparkled when I looked at her. I was certain that she didn’t look like that eight days ago. Maybe I just hadn’t been paying attention.
‘Pardon?’ I said wearily.
She offered out her hand. ‘Charlotte. I believe we met eight days ago at your home.’
It felt strangely comforting to hear the house be referred to as my ‘home’.
I took her hand, ignoring the rush of blood to my cheeks, and we shook. ‘I’m Albert.’
She smiled. ‘Thanks for letting me know.’
The two of us stood in an awkward silence after we had let go of each other's hands. I kept glancing at her, and she stared ahead, at the other side of the road. Following her gaze, I saw a small café.
‘Come on. We have to talk,’ Charlotte said, grasping my arm and a second later the two of us were standing across the street. I hadn’t even felt it.
The two of us entered the small building. It smelled cosy. It looked cosy. A short, old woman with grey hair looked at us from over the counter.
‘What can I get you, my lovelies?’ she asked, seemingly not bothered by our sudden arrival.
Charlotte ordered a few doughnuts, for me, and a singular coffee for herself. I felt like a fat pig. The two of us went outside to the back, where there were some small wooden tables. We sat at the one furthest from the building, and a somewhat cold silence followed after I had placed my knife and sword on the ground next to me.
‘Everyone’s been worried,’ Charlotte tried, cupping her hands around her coffee cup and avoiding my eyes.
I pushed the box of doughnuts forward towards her. ‘I don’t care.’
She looked at me, a look of concern coating her face. ‘Where did you go? I won’t tell anyone.’
‘But you will.’
‘But I won’t.’
‘You will.’
‘I saved you before, Albert, you can trust me to keep a secret,’ she said firmly, replacing her look of concern with one of- ‘Albert?’
I must have looked horrible. My whole body went numb. I felt my hands begin to shake, and it was definitely not from a lack of calories.
‘You’ve gone pale,’ Charlotte said, now completely panicked. But she still had that look on her face. ‘Did I say anything wrong?’
It wasn’t what she had said. It was what she had done. Unintentional or not, that look had sent my mind spiralling.
‘Albert!’ she gripped my shoulders and shook me gently, the look still on her face.
The look of a mom.
‘I’m fine,’ I said sternly.
‘Pardon?’ she sounded confused, which I found strange. ‘What was that, sorry?’
‘I said: ‘I’m fine’,’ I repeated.
‘You’re not speaking English.’
Dammit.
It took a large amount of effort to drag myself back into an understandable language. ‘I’m fine.’
Charlotte raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.
‘Just don’t look at me like that.’
‘I-’ she tried, before deciding that interrogating me would be more efficient. ‘I just want to know where you went. It’s been five hours.’
‘London,’ I said simply. ‘I flew there. And back. Didn’t stop. Just flew south and found London and decided to come back.’
Charlotte’s eyebrows flew up. ‘You can fly for that long? And that quick?’
I wasn’t sure whether or not that was her attempt at complimenting me, maybe to suck up to me because she thought I was in a mood.
‘My cruising speed is about seventy-five miles per hour,’ I said glumly. ‘I can go faster and slower but that’s the speed that’s comfortable, you know?’
Charlotte took a doughnut with pink icing and sprinkles and then pushed the box back to me. ‘I didn’t realise you were such a good flyer.’
‘Nah,’ I said, hesitantly picking up a chocolate doughnut, ‘it’s not me. It’s my blood. Sure, I’ve trained with it and I’m used to the wings, but I’ve been able to do roughly seventy-five for as long as I remember.’
‘Anything else?’ she asked. I felt a strange sort of trust towards her, so I continued.
‘Yeah,’ I was now somewhat excited. ‘My cruising altitude is somewhere between fifteen and twenty-two thousand feet, but I can go higher.’
‘That’s the altitude that’s comfortable, you know?’ she said, smiling and taking a bite of her doughnut.
‘Exactly!’ I said, grinning. ‘I think the highest I’ve ever been was when I was going to London; I was somewhere around thirty-two-and-a-half thousand feet.’
‘That’s around six miles, right?’ she asked, taking another bite.
My eyebrows shot up. ‘How did you- What? Yeah.’
‘How do you even know all of your own facts and stuff?’ she asked. ‘It’s not like you have a measuring device on you at all times is it?’
I smirked. ‘It comes naturally. Along with the sense of direction. Like a bird.’
‘That’s a lot for a young boy like yourself to know, at all times, even if it does come naturally,’ she said, smirking.
She was definitely sucking up.
I finished my doughnut and pushed the box back to her. She didn’t take another one. She seemed…intrigued?
In all seriousness, it did feel good to talk to somebody about this, but talking to Charlotte about it felt wrong. I loved talking about my bird DNA, but it felt off doing it over doughnuts and coffee outside the back of a small café.
I slowly pushed my chair back and stood up. ‘Where’s Grandad?’
‘Don’t you dare,’ she said. ‘He’s-’
‘Thanks,’ I replied. Even though she hadn’t given me an answer I knew exactly where he was.
I unfolded my wings to their full length, letting the breeze hit every single feather. I heard Charlotte let out a little gasp.
‘Well, nobody would see you at night,’ she said desperately.
I glanced back at her and put all of my force into my legs. I sprang upwards into the air, beating my wings powerfully and hovering about three feet up.
‘Thanks for the conversation, Charlotte, but I think you can take the rest of the doughnuts.’
And I soared upwards. I was a lot slower flying straight up, so I had to resort to a diagonal line. The city below got smaller and smaller as I got closer and closer to the side of the Valley, where all of the fighting took place. Where I had been pushed two days ago.
It took me a few moments to find him once I was up there. I hovered high above the grassy field as just over a dozen duels took place simultaneously below me. Grandad, Henry, and another man stood off to the side, away from the rest of the duelling.
I heard Henry shout over the noise, ‘Steven, you know you can’t fight!’
‘I fought Amy earlier, did I not?’ was Grandad’s response.
‘But you’re ill! Don’t you-’ said the other man, before Grandad snapped his arm up to deflect a spell shot by a woman charing towards their group.
‘Stand back, lads!’ Grandad called. ‘Let me show you-’
The woman was relentless. I could see Grandad struggling to keep up, even from how high up I was. I had to do something.
I took a long breath in, and then let it out in a huge exhale. Warmth ebbed and flowed throughout my body, and now that I knew I was a descendant of Titan, the power came easily. I coated my right hand in flames. They danced across my palm, fingers, and the lower end of my forearm as I closed my fist. Non-magic ways had worked against Amy, why wouldn’t they work on some bottom-feeder?
I dived. The wind smacked against my face and I quickly drew back my fist. I was down there almost instantly. I titled my body slightly, angling myself perfectly. I drove my left foot into her stomach and then brought my flaming fist into the left side of her jaw.
A spell shot towards me. I shot upwards. What could I do from here? I’d been spotted. I couldn’t exactly dive towards my attacker and punch him.
Shoot it. Shoot something. You don’t have to punch.
It was that strange voice again. I rolled left and right in midair, desperately trying to avoid all of the spells being thrown at me. I let out a grunt as I tightened my gut and thrust my right hand forwards. A bolt of electricity shot out of the end of my palm, striking one of the attackers in the chest.
Henry and the other man immediately engaged in ferocious fighting with the other people tossing spells at me. Meanwhile, I swooped down and landed in front of Grandad.
Before he even had a chance to speak, I glared up into his blue eyes and said in what was rude even by my standards, ‘So, you’re a descendant of Titan?’
‘Is that why you left?’ he asked calmly. ‘Because I didn’t tell you?’
‘I left because there’s too much going on,’ I replied instantly. ‘It’s my mom’s birthday, I just fought her killer, we’re descendants of the most powerful God. And I wanted to fly.’
‘Where did you-’
‘London. There and back.’
‘That quick?’
‘Yes.’
He barely seemed surprised. His eyebrows might have lifted slightly, but he gave no other signs of movement.
‘Our ancestor who built this city was Titan’s son,’ Grandad sighed. ‘I would’ve told you sooner, but Titan insisted that I wait. He must kn-’
‘You spoke to him?’ I said accusingly.
Grandad nodded. ‘More like he spoke to me. Albert, why did you go to London?’
I squinted at him. Hadn’t I just told him? ‘I have a lot of stuff going on in my head.’
‘I understand that, Albert,’ he tried, ‘but, you had me worried.’
I glared at him. ‘Fine. You win. No more London-fun trips for me, I guess.’
I jumped into the air, unfolded my wings and soared back towards the Valley. If I’m being honest, even I didn’t know exactly why I was so angry. I just was. Too much in my head, I guess. But I definitely wasn’t sure about Titan. Talking about me and Ethan as though we were property. That definitely didn’t stick right. And I had a feeling that relations between me and Titan would not exactly be so clean.