Muses, Mishaps, and Murder! Full Novel.

Chapter 15 There Was a Young Boy Who Swallowed a Curse

Muse Silver-Green

"Your impersonation is spot on." General Allen and Mason sat in the darkened room, and I could barely make out their forms. "My brother planned an escape, but it failed. Agent Rock-Heart decided that only you, Holbrook, and I need to know his plan was unsuccessful."

"But isn't my mother second in command?" Mason asked.

"Your mother has gone out of her way to save your life, but she is more talkative than you think. I wouldn't have hired her if I knew she was a gossip. Do you believe your mother is able to keep a secret?" Allen asked.

"From me, yes, I do, but not from her coworkers, no. My mother always confided in her crew more than me, and sometimes she gave too much information to them. She doesn't want to burden me with her issues. Our last commander told me how my mother's first husband, August, died."

"How do you think he died?" The general turned on the light, but Mason stood in the shadowy parts of the storage room.

"August was powering the grid when Rob bypassed the safety regulations to save money. Mom says she loves me, but I wouldn't be alive if Mom's first husband survived. They met when they both worked for the Salamanders.

General Allen nodded and couldn't hide the venom from his voice. "I don't trust her to keep this from Zander, or her best bud, Commander Nickel. The warrant I gave you and Holbrook includes who you can and cannot give info to. But remember, my daughter is the lead agent and arresting officer. The king and three judges signed off on it."

"Why do you hate them?" Mason asked.

"Babette Nickel is a two-faced coward and won't tell me the truth, and while I don't hate Zander, he's not emotionally well. He joined the cult, failed at being a chosen one, and I ache for what he could have been."

"I never planned on telling Mom." Mason walked into the light.

"Hide how well you imitate Tolbert's voice from the entire crew, except for Holbrook."

"Okay." Mason turned on the other light.

Two and a half years had passed since I viewed Mason, and I was blessed that he was alive. My lonely boy, who suffered and ached yet always had a song in his heart and deserved better.

He was more toned than the last time I visited him. His muscles weren't humongous, but they were noticeable, even under his suit.

To see him breathing and alive was a joy.

My supervisor didn't understand Mason's worth because he wasn't a superhero. His writing ability came from practice. Mason wasn't naturally gifted, and he worked hard to create.

If Mason grew wings, he'd resemble my half-wolf grandson. Muses are forbidden to talk about our lives in the booth, but I don't care anymore. What gives us the only right to spy?

Out of all fifteen of his Muses, I'm the only one who kept regular hours and wasn't temporary. I have been with Mason from his first breath for ten hours a day, four days a week. Losing him as my full-time creative was painful, but keeping him alive was worth it. Mason is my boy, and I consider him family. My family.

Mason thought, 'Green, I know you're there, but I'm not sure if I trust the other Muses.'

"I'm alone," I said.

'Do not write anything that I tell General Allen. Please don't share the information with the retired Apollo. I don't trust her.'

"She is no longer with us, and the new Apollo is already hiding everything about what is going on in your life. We don't trust the other Muses, but they can't be arrested without proof," I said.