21
We find Dionysus in his French villa, sipping rosé.
Mac actually knows the satyr who guards at the gate. He makes up a story about us being the entertainment and they wave us through.
“Good luck,” one of them calls after us. “He’s been in a mood.”
We pull up the driveway and pile out of the van. I pat Dodi’s hood and say thank you.
Dionysus’ villa is a sprawling vineyard with a mansion that looks more like a palace at its core.
“Is it like, really quiet?” Shauna asks. She turns into a pixie and goes to stand on Tina’s shoulder.
“I thought there would be an orgy,” Tamika says, distractedly studying her nails. “Mac, you made it sound like this would be the absolute definition of excess.”
Mac looks confused. “I don’t understand. Dionysus is famous for his non-stop parties.”
“Shoul
