Destiny was speechless when Rocque merely gave her a devilish smile.

“If you’re giving out introductions, why not introduce me to your three nieces? I could be persuaded to take one to wife.” Seeing Destiny beginning to shake in fury, Rocque’s satisfaction at riling her became evident. “We’ll be one big, happy family. That would make you my aunt.”

Destiny’s temper exploded. She leapt at him, determined to knock the arrogant smirk off his face. However, before she could make contact, Odin caught her in mid-air.

“Calm yourself, Destiny.”

Destiny pointed her finger at Rocque. “You will never have one of my nieces. That, I can guarantee.”

“Be quiet, Rocque!” Odin bellowed over Destiny’s shrieks of anger.

“Let her go.”

Odin turned with Destiny still in his arms at Fate’s order.

“Control your sister.” Odin released Destiny from his hold.

Fate snapped at the god, “Destiny will stop when Lord Doggie quits aggravating her. And she is quite right; he will never have one of my daughters.”

Seeing Rocque tense at Fate’s words, about to start an argument with her, Odin coldly took control.

“Fate, you and your sister cannot continue trying to intimidate others with your powers.”

“I don’t know why not.” Fate gave a delicate shrug. “Destiny gives them a fair chance. She gives them a choice. I merely step in when it’s made.”

“And you of course have never made a mistake?” Odin questioned.

“Oh, I have made several.” Her eyes slid toward Valentine then returned to Odin’s. “Some worse than others.” Her disgust of him was plain on her face.

Odin’s muscled frame stiffened as anger filled his rugged features. “You dare talk to me with such disrespect?”

“Yes, I dare! I have every right to be furious with you. You tricked me into believing you were Valentine!” Fate yelled, not caring that everyone in the room was listening.

“Fate, you knew within minutes it was me. You simply chose to pretend it was him.”

“I did not, though I should have. He is much better in bed.”

At her snide remark, Odin took a step toward her, determined to throttle her. “I’ll show you who’s better—”

Fate took a step forward, not afraid of the pissed off god. “You will never touch me again. Dare, and I will pay Merlin to turn your dick into a dried up fig, you old …”

All the eyes in the room spun toward Merlin, who turned pale at Odin’s glare.

“I would never,” he squeaked at the thought of Odin’s fury turning toward him. Terror was obvious on the old magician’s lined face.

“Enough!” screamed Mother Nature, her crown slipping sideways on her head.

At her raised voice, Chronos, who had been napping in the chair at her side, oblivious to the arguments going on around him, awoke.