"What did you mean by that?" I asked, not looking at Papa as we moved through the jungle. "About me being my mother's daughter?" The idea of not having a mother made me want to jump for joy, and no Original God had a mother in the traditional sense.
To hear Papa say that I was my mother's daughter, my heart sank to my feet, and it was all I could do not to throw a massive temper tantrum.
The vines rustled as we passed, the heat thick enough to make my dress cling to my spine. The birds had gone quiet again. Something was watching. But it wasn't close. Not yet. Letting out a sigh, I almost wished that whatever was stalking us would come.
I was in the mood to fight.
Papa Khaos tilted his head as if considering how much truth to feed me. "You always were a curious little thing. Always analyzing each and every word."
