He shrugged. “I am what I am. There is no changing that. The last of my kind … alone. The one who will destroy Zeus so that he cannot fuck with humanity anymore. It is my burden to bear.”
Shivers traced across my spine. “That’s my worst nightmare…”
The gold in his blue eyes deepened. “What is?”
Something told me I shouldn’t reveal such a private part of myself to him, but the words spilled out anyway: “To be alone.” I couldn’t imagine all of my siblings slaughtered. What happened to him was awful. Losing my mom had been enough of a loss to haunt me.
He stilled next to me, like for the first time I’d truly stunned him. The swirling depths of his eyes locked on to mine, and he tilted his head. “I understand so much more now. The reason you’re desperate for followers, likes, love. This is all to fill an empty void in your soul.”
Jesus.I suddenly felt like I was at a psychic reading or a shrink's office.
There was a new, heavy mood that hadn’t existed between us before this second. Until now I’d been joking and screaming and running to hide my panic. To not have to deal with the fact that there was a very real god-like creature attached to me. But I could not do that now. We had to stay still, and he was tapping into a part of my wounded soul.
“You’re wrong.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s the way people make money these days, and since I haven’t found my ‘calling’ anywhere else, I’m going to go with my strengths. Filling out a bikini top is a strength.”
He was still staring at me, judging me, and it was pissing me off, so I closed my eyes and dropped my head back onto the soft cushions.
“Beauty can be a strength. That’s true,” he offered.
My heart knocked in my chest and I kept my eyes pinched shut. Did he just call me beautiful?
My eyelids popped open. “Wanna take another selfie? I think I can get to fifty thousand followers with your help?”
Hey, if a girl wanted to be successful, she had to grab opportunities by the balls, right?
His glare washed ice water through my veins. Mofo could be scary when he wanted. “Put that phone in my face and I’ll break it.”
I growled. “Fine. I’ll wait tables for the rest of my life. Can I bring you any more ranch dressing?” I yelled from where I sat, ten inches from him.
He frowned. “What’s happening? Is this the … menstrual time of the month for you?”
I face-palmed. I never ever wanted to hear the wordmenstrualcome out of his mouth again. “Whatever, moneybags. You wouldn’t understand.” I turned away from him and faced the wall. Must be nice walking around with a fucking brick of gold like it was no big deal. Speaking of, I was hungry and we were broke and out of food.
Fabulous.
He chuckled behind me. “You have the hostility of a war god, but your love of prostitution puts you squarely in love goddess territory.”
I spun around, nearly foaming at the mouth. “Call me a prostitute One. More. Time. I haven't eaten in like … hours. I’ll tear you limb from limb,” I snarled.
A slow grin pulled at his mouth, not quite making it into a smile before it was washed away. “I’d like to see you try, human.”
Infuriating fucker!Why did he make me so mad? And why did I like it? I needed therapy.
He stood. “I’m hungry too. Let’s go.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What? No, she said we had to wait in this room until the weapon was done. Wait here for twenty-four hours, she said.”
Cronus gave me a look. “Do I look like I let witches tell me what to do?”
Oh God. This big asshole was going to get me killed.
“Are weleavingleaving or…?” I needed to plan this out in my head if he was going to carry me over his shoulder across town again while those gorgeous gods chased us and tried to kill us.
Cronus shook his head. “Relax. We’re going to go into Narida’s kitchen to make some food.”
“Really? Without her permission?” I wrung my hands together.
Without a word, he spread the barn doors wide open and stomped down her hallway in search of food. Jesus, this guy had zero will to live.
