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Hermes takes my hand as we head toward the herd of unicorns. I instantly cringe and pull away.
“Hands off, creeper,” I say. Just because he saved me from the worst ever game of The Floor is Lava doesn’t mean I trust him.
“Sorry, geez!” Hermes puts both hands in the air. “Can’t a dad try to make amends?”
I cross my arms. “For what exactly? Knocking up my teenaged mother, then abandoning her? Bringing my sister to MOA even through that place was a shitshow? Allowing me to almost be burned at the stake at a Hawaiian luau mock trial?”
Hermes is listening intently, ticking each item off his fingers. “Also opening a portal to Tartarus that your sister was sucked into.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I say.
“Okay,” he says and then thinks for a minute. “Well, you weren’t my first oop
