“Thank Kronos,” Kharon muttered.
“Shut up,Karen,” I said.
“Alexis, if you call me Karenonemore time …” He stared down at me with frightening intensity, his alabaster features sculpted from ice. “I will throw this table at you.”
There was a long pause.
“Sure you will …Karen.”
His eye twitched like he was having an aneurysm, and I waited for him to make good on his promise.
I smirked. “I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
He grabbed the edge of the table and lifted slowly.
Augustus reached across me and slapped him. “Get control of yourself. What the heck are you doing?”
Kharon tried to shove him away and the two of them grappled across me.
I smacked my hands at them (yay, we’re fighting).
“Theoretically,” I said in the chaos. “If I was selling my kidney, how much would you give me for it?”
They stopped fighting and turned to me.
I kept hitting them (very fun).
“For the last time, you’renotselling your organs for money!” Kharon banged his fist on the table and the empty shot glasses fell over. “Alexis, what is actually wrong with you?”
My jaw dropped at his audacity. “Wow—I’m just trying to have a little financial independence in the middle of an apocalypse.”
“You’re wearing a three-hundred-million-dollar necklace.” Kharon pointed at my neck. “You’re financiallyindependent.”
“Fine,” I said calmly. “I’ll sell you the necklaceandmy toe. How much do you want? Onetime offer.”
Kharon’s face turned red as I arched my brow and waited.
“No deal,” he spat, then muttered under his breath, “Obviously.”
“Andyourun a business?” I said. “More likeintothe ground.”
Augustus laughed, then hid his expression behind his hand as Kharon shot him a death glare.
He refused to talk to either of us the rest of the night.
Nyx was right.
Men should be seen, not heard.
I enjoyed his silence.
33
A SIREN’S PROMISE
ALEXIS: SGC DAY2
As the last standing Cyclops’s wail echoed through the Dolomites Coliseum, I desperately wished I was still drunk.
