Releasing The Gods (The Titan's Saga #1)- Leia Stone Page 0,3
been attached to a large elastic cord, I was flung back up, almost landing on the angry giant that had just tried to kill me.
Motherfucker!
He caught me with one hand, his head tilted like he was observing me. Or a bug. That was exactly how I’d look at a bug that was in my hand.
“There’s a life debt between us,” he said, and the heavy, graveled undertones of his voice added some extra scary to those words. “We’re bound…”
Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry for whatever is happening here, but please don’t throw me off the cliff again.” I spoke to him like the big fucking stupid oaf that he was, using a low, calm voice and small words. “I’m only twenty-one. I’ve barely done anything in my life. I’m not even at ten thousand followers on the ‘Gram. I volunteer cleaning up plastic from the beach and donate to Save the Whales foundation. I’m pretty much a good person. I need to live!”
I babbled when I was drunk and scared, and for most people it would have seemed shallow that I couldn’t die until I got more social media followers, but the truth was, I’d set myself some goals and I was not fucking dying until I achieved them. I wasn’t meant to be a waitress forever. I just wasn’t.
Weird cave giant be damned.
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 say imprisoned?
#HotFelonAlert
It explained why he’d just tossed me off a cliff testing his 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 … the wall.
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 had powers. 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