Chapter 11
My eyes snapped open to find a beautiful brunette female in her mid-twenties staring down at me. She was fully naked, not that she seemed to care, her ageless face wreathed in confusion.
“Why have you called me here? I was playing chess with our son Hades.” She waved her hand at Cronus.
My head was still cloudy, and I lifted both hands to rub across my face.
“Cronus!” Rhea shouted, stomping her foot. Great, I was about to be annoyed by another temperamental, arrogant, egotistical god.
“Can you shut the fuck up,” I moaned, because my head was pounding like a jackhammer and her voice was annoying as all hell.
#NecromancyIsaNoFromMe
A split second later I realized that I’d just told a god to shut the fuck up. I wasn’t really up to date on Rhea’s powers, but I was sure they were more—considerably more—powerful than mine.
Her face turned from supermodel mean girl into demonic serial killer in a heartbeat and I scrambled along the ground to put some space between us.
Rhea followed, her expression filled with fire and … lingering confusion. “Who are you?” she said, her hands out in front like she was feeling my energy. “How dare you address me in such a manner!”
Thankfully, Cronus, fully recovered, wrapped one of those huge hands around her right shoulder. I fought the urge to jump to my feet and rip them apart.#TheFuck
Wouldn’t be long before I was calling Cronus “my god” the way he called me “his human.”
“Rhea, I need you to focus,” Cronus snapped, and I could feel the heavy tension between them. “The sins are out, and we have limited time to get our family freed and return them.”
She went pale, and that was odd to see on someone with such luscious bronze skin. I mean, I could have that skin color too, but it generally required a weekly appointment at Spray And Go, and who the hell could afford that?
“How many sins are out?” she asked, some of her snark fading.
I got to my feet, not liking how close they were standing. Rhea was only a few inches shorter than Cronus, at like six billion feet tall, and I felt like the short, frumpy third wheel.
“All of them escaped the box. I think Sickness has finished manifesting,” Cronus told her.
Rhea took the news better than I expected, because I would have been like#HellNo #SendMeBack
Apparently she was a better person—god,whatever, than me—because she just sucked in a deep breath, threw her shoulders back, sent her perkier-boobs-than-mine into Cronus’ chest, and nodded. “Yes, okay. We have time still.”
She looked around as if just remembering I was here. “Servant, fetch me some clothing,” she said, snapping her fingers in my direction.
I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
Rhea snapped her gaze to Cronus. “What is this ant you have attached to you if she’s not your servant?”
I met that blue and gold gaze of his and mentally urged him to think very carefully about how he answered this question. Mirth danced in his eyes for a brief moment.
“She’s a daughter of Selene,” he said shortly. “She’s important...” He paused and my heart skipped a beat. “...to this mission. We will not succeed without her.”
The mission.Yeah, I was important to the fucking mission, not Cronus. The disappointment that hit me was annoying, because I should not have expected anything else. Cronus and I were tied together through some weird twist of fate. That was all. There wasn’t a single other reason. If the bond didn’t exist, he’d have ditched my ass long ago. Or killed me.
Rhea was watching me closer now, and I didn’t like the look on her face.
“What are you the goddess of?” I asked.
She smiled, arching her back and shoving her tits higher into the air. “You have the intelligence of a servant.”
I flipped her off, but she didn’t seem to understand what that even meant. Cronus, on the other hand … I saw his lips twitch before he hid the smile.
“I’m sure most servants are more intelligent than you give them credit for,” I told her, defending my kind, because let's be honest, serving tables was a modern-day servant and I wasn’t ashamed of that. “Not all of us take that line of work because we aren’tsmart enoughto do better. It’s because the world is not fucking fair, and sometimes people have to do whatever they can to survive. I wasn’t born with any privilege. Every single thing I’ve earned has come through my own hard work.”
