Chapter 3
After he dropped his “Greek gods and Titans exist” bomb, I changed the subject. I was still mildly drunk and felt making a plate of microwave nachos was in order. He ate them all. So I made myself another plate. He ate those too. He basically ate everything in my kitchen with the fever of a starving raccoon before I decided I just needed to get some sleep and pass out. He didn’t complain when I threw a pillow on the floor and told him to sleep there. Only mumbled something about“How does a prostitute have honor about who she lays with…?”
Dick.
It wasn’t long before I fell fast asleep, hoping I would wake up and find that this was all a dream.
* * *
“Get up, lazy human!”a deep male voice roared over me.
Grogginess pulled at my limbs as I forced myself to peel my eyes open.
Good god.
A literal sorta god apparently.
A god that looked devastatingly sexy with messy sleep hair.
It was real. No acid trip, no drunken blackout. Everything. Was. Real.
I moaned and rolled over. “Let me sleep. I’m hungover.” A low but persistent headache throbbed at the base of my skull. “Not to mention I hoped you were a bad dream, so now I’m depressed.”
A sudden yanking motion pulled at my stomach, and then I was ripped from the bed, falling to the floor.
“Hey! Don’t fuck with my sleep,” I growled at him. “If we’re going to be roommates or whatever, you need to let a girl sleep or there will be hell to pay.”
He thought I was peppy? Not on your fucking life. I needed at least ten hours every single night or I was the devil incarnate.
His eyes hooded a little as the side of his mouth twitched. “There may be a warrior in you yet, human.”
I sat up and crossed my arms, giving him the staredown. My gaze flicked to the clock to see that it was only 6 A.M.
Oh hell no.
“Come back in four hours. Here, play on my phone.” I handed him my phone, before standing and crawling back into bed. The second I lay back down, an incredible burning pain ripped through my body. My eyes flew open to seeCronus, weird as fuck name, Titan … god ... whatever, bent on one knee, flinching in pain.
“Owww! Stop, okay I’m up,” I roared.
“I’m. Not. Doing it.” He grimaced. I thought I’d seen him mad before, but it was nothing compared to the wrath I saw on his face now.
“They’re here,” he said ominously.
Chills ran up my arms. “Who?” My voice cracked.
The pain was receding now, and something told me that he felt it way more than I did.
“The gods. Zeus’s little bitches. One of them just dropped into this city.”
My eyes bugged. “The…” I cleared my throat “…gods are here? The ones who imprisoned you? Your family?” I needed to have a little Google session when time permitted.
He frowned. “They are no family of mine. Not anymore.”
Considering they’d tried to kill him, that was probably fair.
I stood, adrenaline pumping through me at the thought of meeting another one of these giant gods.
“What do we do?”
