Releasing The Gods (The Titan's Saga #1)- Leia Stone Page 0,41
a small explosion from the Titan pieces, knocking me back to land on the ground a few feet away. Coughing and heaving to try to get breath back, I managed to roll over in time to vomit up whatever was in my stomach, followed by yellowish-green bile. Cool hands brushed my hair back and rubbed across my forehead as I heaved and gagged.
“Are you okay?” Cronus asked, leaning in closer, concern etched into his features.
I jerked my face away. “Ugh, gods, don’t get too close. I’m a hot mess.” I did not want this sexy god smelling my vomit breath.
His lips twitched and I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed or happy that I amused him. “I’ll get you a toothbrush,” he said softly, his hands cradling my face. When they vanished a second later, a deep-seated sadness took root in my chest and I pushed it away. Locked it down.
I had always been alone. I could not get attached. Everyone in my life left eventually, and Cronus—a freaking god—would be no different. In fact, there was probably a chance he’d leave sooner than I thought. A sharp pain started in my chest, and at first I thought it was my melancholy, but pretty quickly I realized it was the bond. Shit! He left me and I was about to be hit with a shit storm of pain.
But then he was back so fast, literally only a few seconds, and the pain settled right back to nothing. In his hands he had bottled water, some toiletries, and a backpack for me to keep them all in. “I got money while I was there as well,” he said, and my eyes automatically went to his crotch. #DickBars should be worth more.
“Thank you. The bond was just starting to hurt when you returned.” Concern etched across his face and I hurried on. “Actually, how are you able to leave me at all without getting yanked back?”
I started brushing my teeth.
“When I go to the past, it’s before we had the bond, so I’m able to leave you for a short time without getting pulled back.”
My heart wrenched. He’s able to leave me … for some reason that pulled at my chest.
“When I dropped Zeus in the underworld, I couldn’t be gone more than a second or it would have seriously injured us both.”
I sighed, spitting out the toothpaste and looking behind him at a swirl of blue magic.
“Did we resurrect Crius and Koios?” I whispered, pulling myself to stand. My head and stomach were both still complaining, but the vomiting had stopped, so I was grateful. I wasn’t sure how many more bodies I could help him awaken if this is what happened to me when I did.
Cronus nodded. “Yeah, they’re still forming.”
I looked around him and the blue magic that illuminated two frozen, giant gods. Like, twenty feet tall giants.
“They’re … big,” I choked out.
Cronus snorted. “They take that size as an intimidation technique. It rarely works on anyone other than humans, and for the most part, humans are ants compared to us and it’s not needed.”
I wanted to punch him for that, but I was too sick to bother. No one was unaware that he was a hubristic asshole; by now it was almost a walking joke, so I ignored him. Moving a little away, I began to freshen up, amazed that he’d thought to include some wipes, tissues, and a few other items. I blew my nose, shock rushing through me at the sight of the red-spotted tissue. I blinked at it, before scrunching it up and shoving it in the bag. Bad mushrooms. Bad, bad mushrooms. Clearly it was not reacting well to my body. I was about to become a victim of mushroom-related murder.
Rhea probably poisoned me to get me away from Cronus. Only, if I died from poison, he would as well, right? So it couldn’t be Rhea. I could already tell that she still had feelings for her ex-husband.
“Maisey.”
I turned at his call. He hadn’t called me human. Maybe we were making progress after my accidental “ending the world” incident.
I walked over, feeling unsteady, but not as bad as before. Crius and Koios stood in front of him, no longer giant size. The blue light had melted away and they were now fully resurrected and stood eye to eye with Cronus, both hot as fuck, and both pissed off, judging by their scowls and crossed arms.