I’m immortal. You can’t kill me, just like I can’t kill you. The worst we can do to each other is seriously maim or injure. Recovery might take a little while, but we’d survive. I strongly suggest you get over your daddy issues and focus on the problem at hand.
She knew that Papaw Cronus would do something drastic, but she never thought he would kill his children. When she saw that he was just eating them and they were still alive, she was relieved.
I debated about how much to tell him. “There’s been an…incident at the OA. I thought I had seen Charlie with Ophelia from HR at the restaurant where I was having dinner, but I wasn’t totally for sure.”
Dad paced the floor on the opposite end of his office from the body. I’m sure he was wondering what Mother was going to say when she found out about this. She’d either give him an alibi or hang him out to dry.
Now Papaw Cronus knew he didn’t have much time until Nana Rhea would be expecting him, so he used his Titan powers and found were Hestia was hiding.”
I studied the scorch mark and my blood ran cold. It was a pattern I had seen one too many times in my immortal life. Turning around, I looked at him. “What did you do?”
When I got back, repair orders were piled high on Heph’s desk. I don’t know what Charlie and his crew did while I was gone, but it wasn’t work, that’s for damn sure.
It said, ‘Your life is a lie…your woman plots against you…your ‘Mama Gee’ plots your demise as you sleep peacefully in your bed…you have to stop them before they succeed.’
“What do you mean Principal Zeus?” I muttered under my breath. I walked over to the car, taking in my surroundings. Something was off. Things felt real, but not quite. I must be dreaming.
The jest of it was that by tomorrow morning, someone close to Dad would be dead. The only way to prevent this from happening was if the Gods left and never returned. Our kind wasn’t welcome here among the mortals anymore.
It was rare that I ran into a woman I had spent time with on my travels. Even more unusual that I remembered any of them at all. But Cassie…she was different.
“The question is…who?” I said as we left Number Seven. Who would be dumb enough to try and stop the Gods from coming back?
The redhead that I was wearing attracted more than her fair share of attention. One appreciative admirer kissed his fingertips and cooed, “Bella,” then fell from his ladder when I looked up at him to smile my acknowledgement.
Papaw Cronus didn’t know what was going on because he had already been hallucinating for weeks before this, so he thought Nana Rhea was just a hallucination, so he ignored her until he got hit between the eyes with a boulder.
