got him thrown into prison. “Your defection was unexpected, Jess,” he continued on, the slightest confusion creeping into his voice. #Jess? #OhHellNo
Jessell, her hands still shaking, pushed back her red curls. Yep, bitch had perfect ringlets falling to mid back. “You know why I had to walk away,” she told him in that raspy sex voice. “I gave you every chance to stop me.” She suddenly shoved him, and he didn’t move, but he looked surprised. “Why didn’t you stop me?” she shouted, eyes brimming with tears. “I couldn’t be in the middle of the war without a side, and you made it clear that I was not that important to you.”
Cronus looked confused, but I got it now.
She was in love with Cronus and he’d had his head too far up his own ass to notice. Typical. I’d bet my left tit that she’d gone for a dramatic last stand and Cronus hadn’t even noticed, so she’d had no choice but to take the other side. Otherwise, she’d have ended up dead or heartbroken or both.
The tiny seer tried valiantly to pull herself together. All the while, the Titan watched her like a science experiment that hadn’t done what he’d expected. “Why are you here?” she asked him, sounding tired. “I’ve stayed out of all the politics for a thousand years. I’ve reinvented myself so many times I barely even know who I am now.”
He looked around, noticing the huge “Jessell” written across the wall. “You kept your name.”
Her laugh was morose. “It was all I could keep. Last names, appearance, life … all of them change. But I kept the name so I had something that was mine.”
Cronus gave me his entire attention then and my heart started to beat harder, like it was going to jump at him. “Mais,” he said softly, holding out a hand. “Come here.”
#Hah #NicknameForMeToo #TakeThat
Still, he was lucky his tone was nice, because I didn’t like being ordered around like a pet. Moving on shaky legs, I stopped before our bodies collided. Everything about me was out of whack. I could barely control my limbs right now.
“Jess,” Cronus started, “this is Maisey. We have a life bond, and she’s the one who’s going to save the world from the sins this time.”
Jessell’s eyes were even richer this close, a cinnamon color that looked fake, even though it was probably real. “I need you to read her,” he said, nudging me forward. “We need to know how the sins will go as she adds more. I—” he cleared his throat. “I need to know her fate.”
Jessell’s gaze ran across me and I finally noticed that we were dressed similarly. Her dress was gold and even skimpier than mine, but the same low cut across the breasts, same sequin shine, and an even higher slit up the thigh. “You know the Moirai control fates. That’s not my forte.”
Cronus slammed a hand against the wall, right beside her head. She jumped, before annoyance descended over her perfect features. “I’m not asking you to control her fate, I’m asking you to read it. You will do this for me,” he said, a slip of demand in his tone. “You. Fucking. Owe. Me.”
Je-sus. I would not have said no to him if he’d spoken to me in such a way. #DeathWish
“What exactly do you want me to tell you?” Jessell asked, some of her confidence returning. “I’m a seer, not a fate.”
“Just tell me how to keep her alive,” he said suddenly. “Tell me how to save the world without sacrificing Maisey.”
It was that second I earned her eternal hatred as she turned her furious gaze on me. We both heard the emotion in his voice. We both knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t usually so concerned or caring. Not about someone that was virtually human.
I had the one thing she’d probably wanted for hundreds of years: Cronus’ concern. His attention. His ... heart, maybe? If his display in the balcony was anything to go by, or my sex plans for later tonight, then I’d have his heart and his #DickGold
Jessell’s hand zipped towards me and I flinched, thinking she was going to punch me, but she just grabbed my chin tightly. It wasn’t painful, but it also wasn’t pleasant.
Heat flooded through me and I fought against the urge to jerk myself away from her. Everything about this chick made me uncomfortable, from her too perfect lips and Shirley Temple ringlets to the malice