“Cronus?”
“Yes, my love?” He stood and looked down at me.
“As much as I love your dick, I think you should put some pants on.”
#CoverUpThatAnaconda
He just grinned.
Chapter 15
By the time Cronus had fully calmed, zapping out briefly to get clothing, the rest of the Titans had received the call that I was back alive and well, and all of them gathered around to hug me.
Or they attempted to hug me while my guard-Titan growled and pulled me closer to his chest. “Sorry,” I said to Phoebe. “Someone is feeling a little possessive.”
Cronus’ chest rumbled again but we were all so used to it by now that no one even looked twice at him.
Hyperion moved closer.
“What happened with the rest of the gods?” I asked.
“Zeus got away with a few of the others. They took their injured with them. Most are going to require intensive healing to recover,” Hype said, side-eyeing Cronus.
“You all need healing too,” I blurted out.
Their injuries didn’t look life threatening, just some gashes and grazes and hectic bruising. But I imagined with bruising like the ones I could see under the torn arm of Koios' shirt, he probably had internal injuries.
“We're fine,” one of them said. “We've had way worse, and it was fun to kick those little troglodytes’ asses.”
I had no idea what that meant, or how to spell it, but it sounded like a cool insult that I'd definitely be using next time I was drunk.#DidYouJustPushMe #TroglodyteLookingMotherfucker
“I would have killed them all if I wasn't distracted,” Cronus said, still with his firm grip around my waist. “Searching for Maisey was my priority.”
“I’m glad you weren’t able to kill all of the gods,” Rhea snapped to Cronus. “What a shitshow that would have been.” When Cronus glared, she shrugged. “What? You know it's true. You already killed Apollo, so now, at best, we might be able to kill one more without major balance repercussions. You must think of Earth, Cronus.”
“And we know who that one is,” Okeanos added, sounding gleeful by the prospect.
“How is it that the gods were able to kill all of you?” I asked. “You’re all so powerful, but when you guys died, the world didn’t spin off its axis and splatter on the sun.”
An awkward silence followed, and I had a brief thought that maybe it was a little tactless of me to bring that up like this.#Whoops #MyBad
“It was the way they killed us,” Hyperion finally said, breaking the moment of silence. “And the fact that we left bones and energy of ourselves scattered around. The power structure has also changed in the past thousand years, and we risk much if we kill them all. The gods took the same risk with us and thankfully it was okay. But who knows if it happened again…”
Better to be safe than sorry, absolutely. I needed a world for my baby to belong to.
Cronus finally inched away from me and walked over to the trunk, stroking the dark wood finish. “We need to destroy these.” His voice was deadly calm.
“At what cost?” Rhea asked.
Cronus glared at his ex-wife. “I don’t care.”
Hyperion stepped forward, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “What I think she means is, can we somehow … inactivate their power, or suppress them so that we don’t need to deal with the fallout of destroying them?”
I frowned. “Destroying them would be bad…?”
Cronus sighed. “The sins were gods once, and destroying them, plus Zeus and Apollo … it could change Earth forever.”
My eyes widened, hands landing on my baby bump. “No. That won’t do. I like Earth how it is, and my baby needs to grow up in a world that isn’t a total shithole.”
