CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-SIX
Wednesday afternoon — 3:15 p.m.
Blane pulled his SUV into a parking space on the road. He grabbed his backpack and got out. For a moment, he was struck by the sheer beauty of this spot. The river was so close that he could hear the fish rise. The rocky crag protected the cabin from the road and highway on the other side.
“What you want?” Jacob yelled to Blane from the cabin.
Blane laughed. He went to the back of the SUV. He grabbed his fishing gear and a bag of “necessities” from the Castle. He walked to the door of the cabin. Jacob held out his arms and hugged Blane tight.
“Whew,” Blane said, waving his hand in front of his face. “Is the water off?”
Jacob laughed and raised his arm pit while Blane groaned. He stepped back, and Blane came into the cabin. Blane looked around the cabin. There were clear signs of Jacob redoing some part of the cabin.
“Remodeling?” Blane asked.
“I … well …” Jacob looked embarrassed. “Jill and the kids are coming this weekend. The boys need a little space of their own and the cabin is …”
Jacob’s eyes flicked to Blane’s face. Blane laughed.
“Aden bet me that you’d be working,” Blane said.
“I hope you took that bet,” Jacob said.
“How long are you here?” Jacob asked.
“I thought we could fish a bit,” Blane said. “If you need help with this, I’m happy to jump in.”
“Heather’s working so I need to get home at some point tonight,” Blane said. “Honey is taking care of the boys but I should be there in the morning.”
“Dare I ask what’s going on in Olympia?” Jacob asked.
“Fairy war,” Blane said.
Jacob was visibly shocked.
“They’re going through with it?” Jacob asked.
“I misspoke,” Blane said. “It’s more like avoiding the fairy war. It’s a big drama, but it should be worked out tonight.”
“Why would it ever be worked out?” Jacob asked.
“Ares refuses to sanction a war,” Blane said. “He threatened to tell the Titans where the fairy realms are located.”
“So?” Jacob shrugged.
“The fairies threw in with the Greek Gods over the Titans,” Blane said. “The Titans blame them for the death of some of their friends.”
“That’s a question I have,” Jacob said.
“What?” Blane asked.
“Are any Titans actually dead?” Jacob asked.
“It’s a good question,” Blane said. “I don’t think anyone knows.”
“Someone knows,” Jacob said.
Still looking around the cabin, Blane nodded. Jacob was turning an old closet into a small room. Jacob had already built the frame to expand the closet. The beginnings of a bunk bed sat in the middle of the living room.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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