The Girl Who Cries Colors

I watch as Amorette toddles behind the cupids, looking like a general overseeing her troops. She’s now traded in her wooden sword for a Love Arrow.

When one of the cupids misses his target again, Amorette shakes her head at him in dramatic disappointment. “You’re real bad at this, mister.”

The goth dude looks down at her with a scowl. “Whatever, kid. Why don’t you go bug someone else?”

Amorette looks him right in the eye…and then stabs him in the calf with her Love Arrow.

Crying out in pain, he grabs his calf and hops around on his other leg. The arrow is protruding out of him, and I can already see a bloodstain leaking through his dark pants.

I wince and rush forward. “Crap. Amorette! That was very naughty!”

Amorette just blinks innocently.

Sev laughs. “Nice aim, kid.”

“Oh my gosh is that blood?” the ballgown chick shrieks. “I can’t stand the sight of blood!” Then she faints.

The nerdy cupid catches her. Well, sort of. He lunges forward, his skinny arms swinging up, but he loses his footing so he mostly just breaks her fall.

The cell phone girl rolls her eyes and sighs. “Everyone is stupid.”

Sev and I seem like experts compared to this lot.

The goth cupid, still hopping around in pain, falls on the ground with a grimace, staring at the Love Arrow with panic. “Someone take it out!”

“Don’t worry,” I tell him. I look over to Okot, only to realize he’s already left and is walking back over with Evert in tow.

I kneel down to my deceivingly cute and innocent-looking daughter. “Amorette, we don’t stab people with arrows. It’s not nice.”

She looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes. “He started it. Daddy Ro said if someone starts it, I can finish it.”

“Of course he did,” I mumble. “But you need to apologize okay?”

She pouts. “Fine.” She looks over at the cupid. “Sorry for stabbin’ you.”

He snorts. “Sure you are.”

She continues to stare at him, her eyes narrowing.

He automatically leans away from her. “You’re a violent little thing, aren’t you?”

Her eyes flash genfin gold.

“Okay!” I say, quickly scooping her up. “Someone needs her nap.”

Amorette pouts, but at least her eyes go back to normal. Well, normal might not be the right word, since her eye color changes all the time. It’s one of the reasons why it’s so hard to tell which of my guys is her biological father. Her eyes look more like my lady luck prism of colors, constantly shifting shades. But her tantrums? Yeah, those are full genfin. She goes animal, growls at everyone, and then usually scratches her claws against the furniture.

I watch as Evert comes sauntering over. And when I say saunter, I mean it. The guy has some serious swagger going on. He’s dressed in a loose black tunic with the ties undone at the top so that I can see some chest muscles, and when he walks, it’s like he leads with his dick. It sounds weird, but it’s totally hot. I get distracted watching him dick-walk toward me. I can’t help it.

“Eyes up here, Scratch,” he says, and I wrench my gaze from his crotch to his smirking face. “Cupid problems?”

I nod. “Our daughter stabbed him with a Love Arrow,” I explain.

At first, Evert looks like he wants to laugh, but then a fierce frown comes over his face. Before I can react, he has a chokehold on the injured cupid, whose face goes from super pale to a mottled shade of purple.

“Evert! Stop!” I put Amorette down, trying to get him to stop.

“This fucker better not even think about falling in love with our daughter, or I’ll pop his fucking head off right now.”