A thousand years without sex … he must be ready to burst. Then I had the stupid and irrational thought of why he hadn’t propositioned me yet. I mean, I was a prostitute—in his mind.
I probably wasn’t his type though.
#TooHot #HeCouldn’tHandleThis
Pulling my foot from his back, I walked over to the couch and slid onto it. We were on the edge of the distance we could be apart, but I managed to ignore the tension in my body, because I was so tired.
Closing my eyes, I let the exhaustion of the travel day settle into me.
Once we got this weapon, I was dragging his ass back to Cali and picking up extra shifts at the Crab Shack to be able to feed my new two-hundred-pound giant baby.
And with that thought I fell asleep.
* * *
I was awokento a vigorous shaking. Cronus was in my face.
“You’ve brought chaos to my beautiful island!” Narida was shouting again. Bitch might look young, but she was a cranky old woman on the inside.
I bolted upright and realized it was dark out. Had we slept all day? Freaking jet lag. I had no idea what year it was right now; my soul was still trying to find my body.
“Get dressed,” Cronus snapped at me.
I scrambled to pull shorts out of my backpack, and slipped them on.
“What’s happening?” I felt drugged, I was so tired.
“Can you tie up your hair? The gods from before will remember it,” he said.
My hair? Crap.
I pulled a baseball hat that saidVacation Mode Onfrom my bag and shoved my hair up into a top knot, sliding it over.
“You need to leave before they destroy my beautiful house!” Narida pushed.
It was then that I noticed the shaking.
My eyes widened. “Earthquake!” I put my head between my knees and took cover. We had earthquakes all the time back in Cali. But this was a big one.
Cronus lifted me up by the armpit. “Not an Earthquake. Zeus.”
My mouth went dry. “Zeus. The god of thunder. Yourmaybeson. He’s here?”
Ignoring me, Cronus dragged me down the hall and into a little room full of tinctures and powders. On a table was a wicked-looking blade. “I can give you a five-minute head start,” Narida said, sounding as pissed off as before, but not quite shouting. “But you need to get the hell off my island.”
Staring at the weapon, we both ignored her. The hilt was thick and strong, made of chunky steel, but the blade … the blade was so big and long it must have been as tall as I was. The edge was serrated, and glowed with a very faint magical blue hue.
Cronus nodded to the witch. “Thank you for your help.”
Narida snorted. “Thank you for your blood.”
I narrowed my eyes, some of my brain faculties coming online. “Don’t use it for evil, okay? Only good spells for that blood.”
She glared at me like I was a cockroach that had crawled over her leg, but before she could turn me into lint or whatever she was planning, Cronus wrapped an arm around me and pulled me away from her. “Best way to leave?” he asked, distracting the crone.
She pointed toward the room she’d been sequestered in making the weapon. “There is a secret exit through there. I’m sending your distraction out now. Run and don’t fucking stop.”
Cronus, still half carrying me with one hand and his weapon with the other, hauled ass toward the room. “What about my bag?” I asked, wishing I’d slung my backpack over my shoulder; I’d been too tired.
