a little more forward than I’d usually act, I didn’t care.
#YOLO
The door banged again. “Sir? It’s the concierge.”
Cronus finally let his eyes drop to my tits. “Cover those up. Now.”
With a sigh, I closed the robe and retied it. “Sure thing, big guy.”
Cronus was going to learn what happened when you rejected me. I was going to make him fucking beg for it. Because one way or another, we were having sex. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted it as badly as I did. If not more. I would make him say it, scream it.
“Maisey!” he snarled, pulling me out of my glorious sex fantasy.
I stumbled forward, remembering I needed to be closer to him so he could open the door.
“Coming,” I shouted, no pun intended.
After grabbing the stuff from the concierge, Cronus informed me that he was taking a cold shower and stalked off.
“Hah. I’ve got him right where I want him,” I told Hound, rubbing behind his ears while he shoved his giant face into my hand.
After Cronus showered, it was my turn. I took the longest, hottest shower in the world and it was glorious. The damn plague had been on me and I needed to sanitize myself. When I was finally out and dressed, we dumped out the contents of the rest of the concierge items.
“Yay, a new phone!” I grabbed the iPhone case and ripped it open. I’d long lost mine, somewhere in the eternal spring no doubt. Cronus had told me to get whatever I needed, so I did. Along with a Gucci leather backpack, two lace bras, thongs, skinny jeans, shorts, cargos, and a bunch of crop tops. And a toiletry kit with makeup.
“Did you get anything warm?” Cronus’ gaze raked up and down my outfit. I’d chosen the dark wash skinny jeans, white crop top that showed a good slice of my tummy, and some practical tennis shoes.
I shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”
Cronus shook his head at me before looking at Hound. “Hey, buddy, you think you can do one of those lineage tracker spells?”
Hound whimpered and backed up into the wall.
Cronus frowned. “I know they hurt a little, but we need to find Hyperion.”
Hound looked from Cronus to me before his huge head dropped and he stepped forward.
“Lineage tracker spell?” I shoved the final items into my Gucci backpack and slung it around my shoulders.
“You have Hyperion's bloodline within you. Even if it’s diluted, it should be enough for Hound to find where they’ve hidden his remains.”
I hugged my arms across my chest. “What happened to me getting to take a nap?”
Cronus shook his head. “No time, you took too long of a shower.”
Rolling my eyes, I handed him my finger. “It better just be a tiny pinprick this time.”
Cronus nodded. “Something like that.” He pulled out his giant magical sword and brought it to my finger and I had a flashback to the volcano.
“Everything will happen quickly once he gets the scent, so hang on,” he told me, handing me a white hotel towel, seemingly to staunch the blood after he cut me.
I held my breath and looked away. The slice was quick and sharp. I sucked in a breath and waited for whatever came next. When nothing happened, I popped my eyes open and gasped.
“What. The. Fuck. Hound?”
Arcs of deep red magic were casting off of Hound’s body and hitting the ceiling and walls.
“Just a little underworld magic. Nothing to worry about,” Cronus assured me.
Hound was … in a trance or something. He was panting, mouth half open and eyes wide.
“Ready?” Cronus asked me.
I was scared to answer, and I definitely wasn’t prepared when Hound lunged forward and licked my blood.
“Ewww!” I yelped, just as Hound howled in pain.
“Let’s go!” Cronus yanked me into his lap and then placed a hand on Hound’s head, and everything started to spin. If my life hadn’t been such a mess lately, I’d have been afraid at this point. But it was so normal now that I barely even flinched when my entire body blasted away into space, slamming down in a new location.
Cold slammed into me and I popped open my eyes to see Cronus looking down at me, head covered in snow.
“What were you saying about warm clothes?” he asked with a small smirk.
Fuck. Why did he always have to have the last word?
“I’m tougher than I look,” I lied, because I was so not tough at all. “I can handle anything.”
He regarded me for a long moment, and