“Okay … so tell me, what are the odds I will make my shift at the Crab Shack tonight?”
#GirlNeedsToPayRent
Cronus looked at the hellhound as if they were having a joke at my expense and then back at me.
“You will not return to thatjobuntil all nine sins are back in their box.”
Okay. Fair Enough.Glad I’d texted Shauna, then.
“Alright, I figured, then just one selfie with you and Hound will do. If I can get one hundred thousand followers, I can make some cash—”
My words were cut off when he yanked me to his chest and the blackness transported us to…
“Holy shit! Is this Egypt?” I spun around, my eyes landing on a huge pyramid. “Your powers are awesome. Let’s do Italy next. I hear it’s nice this time of year.”
Blipping, flashing, whatevering was WAY better than first class.
“Human, lower the sarcasm one hundred percent,” Cronus growled, and started to stalk towards a merchant tent. In the distance was a huge pyramid, and if the world weren’t ending at my hand, I might even enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Hound followed Cronus; people stared at the giant dog and then to me. I was probably a tad overdressed for this occasion. Most of the women I could see were covered, arms and legs and even their heads. Me … I wore knock-off Gucci loafers with black leather shorts and a silk tank-top. Seemed a bit silly now that we were trekking through Egypt. Had I known Cronus was going to grab me and cart me around the world, I wouldn’t have decked myself out.
Maybe.
Probably.
Why the hell hadn’t he said how nice I looked or even tried to check out my tits? What was wrong with this guy?
We were going to revive his ex-wife after all. I needed to look my best.
“Human!” A growl came from the opening of the merchant tent and that pull in my stomach lurched me forward.
“Coming!” I shouted, stomping into the tent after him.
He was staring at the small silk merchant who sat behind his desk, mouth agape.
“Do you know who I am?” Cronus asked the young boy; he was all of eight.
The boy, eyes wide, nodded. “My … father told me. He’s passed on.” His English was spotty, but I understood him.
Cronus stepped closer to the boy. “Your father was the keeper of a tomb that I need access to. Right. Now.”
The boy gulped. “We must wait until dark. The Egyptian authorities guard access to—”
Cronus slammed the bar of gold he’d apparently been hiding next to his dick for over a thousand years onto the table and the boy’s mouth went slack.
I stepped forward. “We’re going to need some change for that. Obviously.”
Seriously? Was I the only business-minded one here? He couldn’t go giving away gold bars. How would we eat, where would we sleep? My poor credit card was almost maxed out. I mean, I knew he was big down there—basketball shorts were a gift from the gods—but how many gold bars could one dick pouch hold?
Cronus used one huge palm to push me back behind him. “She’s kidding. American sarcasm. Take me to Rhea’s tomb now and keep the gold.”
The boy hefted the gold bar and shoved it into a satchel tied around his waist.#SanitizeThatDude #DickbarsHaveGerms
“Back through here. We will need to take the tunnels.”
I grabbed Cronus’ huge arm, forcing him to face me. “Are you crazy? We need that gold to eat, and for four-star hotels and whatever else.” I was NOT sleeping in a hut or using leaves to wipe my ass. We hadn’t slept in what seemed like days and I was going to crash soon.
Cronus flicked his gaze to mine. “Relax, I have plenty to go around.”
