Alex POV
The goddess answers to no man—or angel, apparently. Her phone is shut off. So we can’t get in touch with her about these boys who have decided they love Phoenix. I can’t blame them.
It’s like that old movie where there’s the three grown single men who have a baby show up on their doorstep and they have to figure out how to take care of it. Only this version is three centuries-old angels trying to figure out what to do with two malnourished, traumatized twin demigods. It’s not as entertaining as it is frightening.
Cupid doesn’t know anything about taking care of anyone but himself and his only purpose is to stand behind us and tell us we’re doing everything wrong. Yet, he won’t do anything himself.
Gabe is frightened to even touch them as though he will spontane
