“What? What did I do now?”
He stepped into my personal space and I was suddenly very aware of the skimpy towel I wore. The only thing I wore.
“Your singing was the worst thing I have ever heard. And I’ve tortured people as a job.”
I gulped. “Well, that doesn’t sound like something you should put on your resume.”
He paused. “You are very odd, even for a human. Too peppy in my opinion.”
Peppy?Hah.He should see me on my period when I’ve run out of chocolate.I’d show him peppy then.
I shrugged. “I guess, that’s true. I am odd and peppy. I’ve always been this way, just taking everything in stride. But something tells me you’re going to test that part of my personality.”
His eyes ran across me, and it was like he finally noticed that I was a chick with boobs. “You are a female of breeding age. Why are you alone? Are you defective?”
I snorted. “Depends who you ask. If it’s my two ex-boyfriends, then it’s a solid yes. They will have plenty to tell you. Maybe we should organize a meeting with all of them and you can lament my shortcomings.”
His huge hand wrapped around my mouth. “I regret asking. You never shut the hell up.”
His strong hold over my mouth was a little intimidating, but he didn’t appear to be deliberately trying to hurt me, more like he wasn’t aware of his own strength. Wrenching my face back away from him, I shot him a glare.
“What are you?” I couldn’tnotask any longer; even my ability to accept weird shit had reached its point. “Whoare you?”
He regarded me for a few long moments. We weren't going to be rid of each other anytime soon, so might as well get to know each other a little.
I didn’t expect him to answer.
“I am Cronus. A Titan. Of the Greek pantheon.”
#HeAnswered #WTFIsATitan
I gulped. We’d learned a little of the Greek gods in high school. I thought for many long minutes, the alcohol still making my brain all cloudy. “Titans,” I murmured. “You’re like … before the Greek gods, right? Did they kill you or something?” God, thinking hurt sometimes.
His expression was deadpan. “Genius, you said? I can definitely see that.”
Sarcastic bastard. “Are you seriously trying to tell me that you’re a god?”
He shook his head. “Technically, no. We are the Titans. That’s our classification. The gods are lesser beings that were borne of us.”
Probably wasn’t a good time to point out that thoselesserbeings had killed them all. Not that he confirmed it, but the lack of retort against my statement told me everything.
“However,” he continued, “the limitation of your brain probably makes it easier if you just think of me as a god.” Brief pause. “One of the strongest of the gods.”
With the arrogance of a god to back it up.
“Right. The strongest. Explain to me again why you were locked in that cave portal thing?”
Darkness descended over his face, jaw rigid. “Zeus killed my brothers and sisters, but he was not strong enough to kill me, so I was imprisoned. They worked to overthrow us because they wanted to rule the world.” His expression was the stuff of nightmares. “We were weakened fighting against something that had the potential to destroy the world. They took advantage of that.”
Well, fuck.
#HistoryNeverLies #ExceptItDoes
