Chapters (34)
Anger burned in my chest. How dare he question my loyalty? Oshun caught my eye, and everyone else in the gym faded to the background, like she and I had been removed from time. “Even with my wards in place, you opened a gateway into another dimension. That shouldn’t have been possible. Had I not intervened, Winston might have found himself in grave danger.”
“It was a mistake,” I said quietly. “I didn’t mean to do it.”
“Haven’t you made enough mistakes, Maya?” Oshun shook her head. “Perhaps you should sit out the rest of the training to think about the error of your ways.”
Suddenly we were back in real time, and Oshun turned to the other godlings. “Rule number three: if you cannot control your abilities, then you are a danger to yourself and those around you.”
I crossed my arms, frustrated. “You’re just making these rules up as you go.”
“Take a seat, Maya.” Oshun pointed to the bleachers, then while still staring me down, she added, “Rule number four: never underestimate your opponent.”
I stormed to the bleachers. I didn’t need Winston accusing me of being a spy and Oshun reminding me of my mistakes. I watched the matches for a while before my mind began to wander. I thought about Shangó’s equations again.
If I could open gateways into other dimensions without even trying, then maybe I could trap the Lord of Shadows outside the universe. I sank against the bleachers. Not that Papa would even let me attempt it.
“What makes you think you can succeed where the celestials have failed?” I mumbled to myself.
I bit back my doubt. Someone had to try. We had to strike now while the Lord of Shadows was still trapped in the library. That said, I’d already broken so many rules, and I had promised not to keep secrets from Papa. I decided then that I would tell him about Shangó’s theory. Yemoja was right about one thing: celestials and godlings needed to work together to defeat the Lord of Shadows.
I cracked my knuckles, determined. It was time to finally put an end to the Lord of Shadows and his diabolical plans.
Sixteen
THE KING OF PETTINESS
I SAT ON THE bleachers with my arms crossed until Oshun finally dismissed the other godlings. When Winston passed by me on the way to the locker room, he rubbed his eyes and made a weeping sound before bursting into laughter with his friends. “Poor, Maya. Still don’t know how to control your powers.”
I tried to push down my anger. I wouldn’t let him rattle me like he had in English class. I had more pressing things to worry about than his taunts.
“Don’t forget rule number three,” Winston added, pulling off his best imitation of Oshun’s singsong voice. “If you cannot control your abilities, then you are a danger to yourself and those around you.”