Asshole.I jogged … I’d done it at least five times in the last five years.#JoggingIsGoodForTheSoul.
Before I could argue my point further, there was a flash of light from nearby and I shrieked as my feet tangled and I almost plunged into some sandy shrubs around a palm tree. His large hand wrapped around my shoulder, stopping my fall, then he threw me over his shoulder and started to run.
“Cronus!” I yelled, slamming my hand into his solid back.Ouch.“What the fuck are you doing? You’re hurting me.”
“Gods,”he hissed back at me, and I immediately shut my mouth. “They’ve decided to stop attacking from a distance, and while my power is drained and I have no weapons, we’re at a distinct disadvantage.”
They’re here?Was that what that flash of light was?Shit.
He picked up the pace and I looked over his shoulder to find two, tall, delicious, heavily-tatted men chasing after us.
#Dead.
“They’re really hot,” I said, sounding a little dazed. Fucking gods with their perfect bodies and snarly attitudes. How had I gone my entire life never seeing men like this before, and now I had three around me.
Of course, all three wanted to kill me, but that was really beside the point.
“The blond is Heracles, and he enjoys crushing his victims alive,” Cronus said conversationally, reminding me that I was a moron for lusting after deities that were evil as hell.
“And the redhead?” I asked hesitantly.
Cronus’ huge shoulders lifted as he leaped over a fallen tree branch. “Ares. As the god of war, he can completely ruin your life, tear you limb from limb, and he’ll do that just for fun.”
Well, great. Why couldn’t these bastards have some sort of flowers and rainbow powers? I could use a nice rainbow right about now. And the pot of gold at the end of it.
“I don’t want to alarm you,” I said softly, “but they’re gaining on us.”
“If I didn’t have to carry my burden,” he muttered, “I could move faster.”
I scowled. “I’m a hundred and twenty pounds dripping wet. Basically the weight of one of your arms. Move faster.”
Okay, it was more like a hundred and forty because of the boobs, but he couldn’t tell that. Insulting asshole.
“How come they’re chasing us in the human way?” I said, finally realizing that was weird. “I know you’re running because of low power, but they just flashed themselves here.”
Like a freaking light portal or some shit. I wish I’d caught that on camera.
Cronus snorted. “They’ll be conserving their energy for the fight.Flashingtakes a decent amount of power, and neither of these assholes are particularly good at it.”
His tone indicated he was exceptionally good at it, which kind of turned me on in a weird way. I opened my mouth to ask another question, because it was a good distraction against my impending doom, but Cronus growled and shut me right the hell up.
He dodged through the trees and I just hung on to his half-naked muscular body, watching these two hotties beeline it for us.
“Umm, something blue and glowy is growing up one of the guy’s arms,” I told my chariot.
He growled louder and stopped suddenly, slipping me down his body, letting my chest rub down the front of his—#BasketballShortsHideNothing
“Down!” he shouted.
I ducked between his legs like a little kid, and a flash of blue light shot from Cronus. A crack rang out and then I was being hauled up again, this time into his arms. Cradled against his chest, he looked down at me.
“You’re good with people, right? You like chatting and smiling and all that?” he asked.
What the hell?
“Umm yeah. Sure.”
Some might call me a social butterfly. I was a glass-half-full kind of person who could always make friends with anyone, no matter our differences.
