I turned the shower on as hot as it went. As I stepped in, I felt a tugging on my body—we were clearly right at the end of the distance—but I wasn’t writhing in pain, so it was working.
Grabbing my body wash, I washed off the sand, blood, and dirt from my beach and cliff falling experience, and as I did most nights I showered, I sang as loudly as I could. Life was too short not to sing your way through it.
My song choice this time, though, was purely designed to annoy the big dude, so I started with Spice Girls. By the time I moved on to my hair, I was in the middle of a full-on concert, mixing it up between Spice Up Your Life and Wannabe. I jumped when a heavy hand slammed against the door.
“What the hell is happening in there, human?”
Snorting under my breath, I didn’t even want to acknowledge why he continued to call me human. Somehow, and I really didn’t know how, I had some sort of mythological creature attached to me, one that was at least a thousand years old, lived in a cave, and was the tallest person I’d ever seen.
What the hell was he? A vampire? A demon? A gladiator with an attitude problem?
I racked my brain for any other fantasy stories I knew but came up blank. I had a secret obsession with indie romance stories, because you never knew what you were going to get, but I stuck mostly with sports and high school romance. Nothing really fantasy. I lived for the real life-like dramas.
Sure as shit tonight, though, I was checking myself out some Viking fantasy.
“Are you a Viking?” I shouted, rinsing off the last of my soap, still humming loudly.
There was no reply, and if it wasn’t for the tugging sensation on my body still, I might have thought he’d disappeared.
Turning the water off, I climbed out and wrapped a towel around myself, before brushing my teeth at the sink and then strolling over to open the door. Pulling it open, I gasped as I came face to face—okay, face to chest—with the dude. He had the fiercest, most pissed-off look on his too gorgeous face, and I was trying to figure out what it was this time.
“If I could kill you, human, I would,” he said from between gritted teeth.
“What? What did I do now?”
He stepped into my personal space and I was suddenly very aware of the skimpy towel I wore. The only thing I wore.
“Your singing was the worst thing I have ever heard. And I’ve tortured people as a job.”
I gulped. “Well, that doesn’t sound like something you should put on your resume.”
He paused. “You are very odd, even for a human. Too peppy in my opinion.”
Peppy? Hah. He should see me on my period when I’ve run out of chocolate. I’d show him peppy then.
I shrugged. “I guess, that’s true. I am odd and peppy. I’ve always been this way, just taking everything in stride. But something tells me you’re going to test that part of my personality.”
His eyes ran across me, and it was like he finally noticed that I was a chick with boobs. “You are a female of breeding age. Why are you alone? Are you defective?”
I snorted. “Depends who you ask. If it’s my two ex-boyfriends, then it’s a solid yes. They will have plenty to tell you. Maybe we should organize a meeting with all of them and you can lament my shortcomings.”
His huge hand wrapped around my mouth. “I regret asking. You never shut the hell up.”
His strong hold over my mouth was a little intimidating, but he didn’t appear to be deliberately trying to hurt me, more like he wasn’t aware of his own strength. Wrenching my face back away from him, I shot him a glare.
“What are you?” I couldn’t not ask any longer; even my ability to accept weird shit had reached its point. “Who are you?”
He regarded me for a few long moments. We weren't going to be rid of each other anytime soon, so might as well get to know each other a little.
I didn’t expect him to answer.
“I am Cronus. A Titan. Of the Greek pantheon.”
#HeAnswered #WTFIsATitan
I gulped. We’d learned a little of the Greek gods in high school. I thought for many long minutes, the alcohol still making my brain all cloudy. “Titans,” I murmured. “You’re like … before the Greek gods, right? Did they kill you