Page 4 of Releasing the Gods
He just grunted as if he didn’t care about a word I’d just said.
“I can’t believe you tried to kill me,” I said slowly, before I pushed hard against his chest, trying to break free of his hold. “Let me down, you … murderer.”
He seemed taken aback as he opened his arms, letting me fall to the floor.
“Ouch!” I rubbed at my ass. Fucker was too tall to be dropping people like that.
“I was testing a theory, and now we know.” He shrugged like his little theory test didn’t just involve almost murdering me. “Trust me, I do not want to be bound to you. I don’t need any complications in my life now that I’m no longer imprisoned.”
I’m sorry, did he just sayimprisoned?
#HotFelonAlert
It explained why he’d just tossed me off a clifftestinghis theory. Was probably imprisoned for murder.
I stood to my full five-foot-six height and puffed out my chest. “Look, pal, I don’t know where you’re from, but when people bother us here on Earth we don’t just kill them!” Mostly. We thought about it but didn’t follow through. #MoreAccurate
He frowned. “I haven’t been to Earth in ages, but are you sure that’s right?”
Oh God. Matt better have dropped me acid or I feared I was losing my mind.
In one quick movement, he reached out and grabbed my bleeding hand, pulling it to his nose and sniffing. “I see,” he growled, yanking me closer to him, and with one hand lifted me up and over his shoulder like a damsel in distress.
“What are you doing?” I shouted, kicking and screaming. “What do you see?”
What did he see? Was there something in my blood? That handprint had seemed to be the catalyst to opening the … thewall.
He walked to the cave entrance. “Now that I’m free, my family will look for me. We need to hide until my powers return.”
Oh great. I’d freaking let some psycho murderer with family issues out of jail. And he thought he hadpowers. Why did I have to climb that cliff?
“Hey man, what the fuck?” Matt’s voice suddenly rose up into the cave.
The mountain carrying me growled and I swiveled my head up to look at the group of stunned faces. My friends had reached the mouth of the cave. Friends who must have been climbing and missed me flying out of the cave and then back into it.#ThankFuck
Friends who were now open mouthed at the sight of me over the shoulder of this gladiator.
Think fast.He would probably kill them all.
“So … I dropped acid in all of your drinks. Surprise!” I yelled as the dude started to descend the mountain with me on his shoulder.
“What!” Shauna looked at her hands as if expecting them to melt.
I nodded. “Yep! So this guy isn’t real. Call me in the morning!” Somehow we were already down on the ground, so the last part came out as a shout.
“Put me down, giant!” I punched where I imagined one of his kidneys should be.
He didn’t seem to mind, continuing to walk with me over his shoulder, bee-lining it for the road. “Where’s your horse?” he queried, and I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. I was way too drunk for this.
“Myhorse? Good one. Now put me down before I barf on your back.” Things were starting to spin, and I suddenly felt sick.
With a grunt, he lowered me to my feet and then his face swam into view. “Do you still live with your parents? We need to go to your house and regroup while I think of what to do.”
My parents? A pang of sadness sliced across my chest. As an orphan, the word parent wasn’t something I’d heard in relation to me often.
I shook my head. “No parents. I live alone.”
He screwed up his face at that. “Married?”
