Page 12 of Releasing the Gods
What thefuckdid he just say?
“What movie is this for?” Minnie piped up from the front. “I want to see it when it’s in theatres.”
“Sorry, can’t say. We signed an NDA,” I told her, my heart hammering in my chest. I didn’t even know what to respond to the giant god who had just scared the shit out of me, so instead I did a quick search on my phone forCronusand my mouth popped open. Snapping my head in his direction, I held up my phone. “Dude.” I whispered. “You cut your dad’s dick off? What the hell?”
He smacked the phone out of my hand and it fell into my lap. “Humans don’t know anything about our history. Zeus slew every historian alive at the time. Then he spun his own tale, making himself the hero.”
Hmm, sure buddy.#DickMurderer
I glanced at my phone looking at his family tree. “Zeus is your son?”
That made this entire story all the more fucked up.
He paused a moment. “I think so.”
I scrunched my face up. “What?”
Cronus shrugged. “My ex-wife Rhea slept around. It’s impossible to know for sure.”
Jesus. The drama with this guy.
I glanced at my phone again. “And Rhea was … your sister. Awesome.”
#Vomit
He cut me a glare. “As much as Minnie is your sister.” He glanced at our driver.
Minnie perked up. “Am I making it into the movie?” She sounded elated.
Poor thing.
I ignored her. “What do you mean?”
“I am the son of Earth Mother and Sky Father. The dirt was my womb and the stars were the seed. None of us are genetically related. We’re kin. Family. But not in that way.”
Whew. That was a frickin' relief, because yuck.
Minnie pulled up to the terminal and unlocked the doors. “I’ll be keeping an eye out for the movie.” She winked.
I winked back and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
I was flying first class to Greece with a god. Happy birthday to me.
Chapter 4
It turned out that Cronus might have been all good with the flying thing when he was outside an airplane, but when you strapped a centuries-old god into a metal flying bird, he suddenly developed a phobia.
“Your memories did not tell me it would be like this!” This was said at a dull roar, causing multiple faces to turn in our direction. “The only benefit of this death trap is that all of the steel is helping my wards, so we shouldn’t be attacked by my enemies. But still … this human-made beast does not feel safe. You’re a fragile human that will die if we hurtle from the sky.”
One might think he was concerned for my safety because he’d grown so fond of me, but the truth was, if I died, so did he. He was worried about his own super-fine ass.
The flight attendant leaned over; the seatbelt sign had just switched off and we were free to move about. “Sir, I assure you there is no safer way to travel.” Her smile was broad and overly friendly.
He lifted his head slowly, leveling a stare at her. She got her first glimpse of his blue and gold eyes and those ancient, hot-as-fuck Viking features, and her voice dropped into something more seductive. “Is there anything I can get you to help make this flight morecomfortable?”
Cronus didn’t look amused as he turned to me. “Prostitutes are plentiful in this time.”
We both glared at him, and the attendant huffed away, her straight blond hair flying over her shoulder as she stormed off.
