Page 8 of Releasing the Gods
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 born 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
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.”
