He seemed very calm and unafraid for a Titan with limited powers who had just been socked in the stomach by one of his family members from far away.
“My powers aren’t working right,” he snarled. “Last night, while you slept, I tried to go back in time to before we were bound together and kill you, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t even travel.”
My eyes bugged. “You what? How dare you! Wait, time? You can … travel time?”
Cronus nodded. “At full strength I can. Among many other things. Weren't you humans taught of me?”
I shrugged. “Zeus, Aphrodite, and Ares … that’s all I remember.”
He scoffed, looking offended. “Well, my powers didn’t work, which means I won’t be able to fight off Zeus as well as I would at full power. So I’ll need a weapon.”
Okay, this was really happening—I was tethered to a Titan who had some major beef with these gods. A Titan who apparently wanted me dead and would probably follow through when he got enough juice.
Did I really want to help arm him?
I guessed he was the lesser of two evils right now.
“I know where you can get a gun. They sell them at all the stores here now.”
He stared at me like I was dog shit on his shoe. “A gun? That won’t do anything against Zeus and his army. No. We need to get to Zakynthos Island. There’s an enchanted weapons maker there.”
“Zaky what? Is that like, in Greece?” Was this dude for real? I had a shift at the Crab Shack at noon. I couldn’t fly to Greece!
He grabbed me by the underarm and started hauling me to the bathroom. “Yes. Greece. I would normally … there is no word for it in your language, time travel, zap, fly … us there but since my powers—”
“You can fly too!” Holy shit. I had a vision of riding on his back, my hair whipping in the wind as he flew us across the sea.#QueenOfTheWorld
“Not fly … travel instantly, and not right now. So we need…” He seemed to search his drunken memory bank of words he’d taken from me last night. “A plane.”
I laughed. Full-on laughed in his face. “Dude, I make ten bucks an hour. I can’t afford two tickets to Greece.”
“Money? I have plenty.” Reaching in his pants, he pulled out a massive gold bar.
My eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Have you had that in there the whole time?”
#DickGold
He handed it to me and I could barely wrap my fingers around it. Fuck, it was warm. And heavy. How much was this worth? Thousands for sure.
My eyes widened at the thought. “I can’t sell this anywhere! We don’t use gold here. I need something smaller.”
He growled. Reaching into hismagicalpants pocket, he produced a bunch of solid silver coins.
Okay, I might be able to work with that.I got lost in thought for a second and growls ripped from his mouth.
“Do you wish to die? To have your head ripped from your body and ingested by Zeus?”
“No. Obviously not.”
He pushed me inside the bathroom. “Then get dressed, we need to leave.”
My job. My freaking life! “Fine!” I snapped and whipped out my phone. I fired off a text to Shauna and told her I had a raging hangover and asked her to cover my shift at the Crab Shack today. Then I started to brush my blond hair. It was so long it reached my tailbone, and brushing it out after falling asleep with it wet was proving a challenge.
The god next to me groaned, peering through the crack in the door. “I can cut that off, you know. Make it more manageable?”
I gasped. “How dare you. This hair is the reason I have almost ten thousand followers.”
“I’m leaving in sixty seconds whether you’re ready or not.”
