Page 24 of Thanatos' Craving

I let out a whine of confusion. “Back up a bit,” I pointed to both of them.

They both took a step back, but I merely meant Athena’s words. But I appreciated the newfound space.

“You said your name is Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, and he is Thanatos—” I pointed.

They both nodded.

“Like, that is just your name. You aren’t actually–?” I swallowed.

I hit my head.That was the only way this was all real. I was dreaming. I was still on the dingy cot. Someone slipped me a roofie, and I was waiting for the effects to wear off and I would have to go to work in about an hour.

There is no way that she was the actual Athena, and that was Thanatos? I’m not great with the whole Greek God thing, but Ican’t remember for the life of me what exactly he was the god of?

Probably death.

“Yes, Juniper. I am Athena. Although, I updated my wardrobe to match the current century. Thanatos and a few others do not, depending on their duties.” She looked back at Thanatos, but his hood was still looking at me.

Why does he look like the Grim Reaper then?

I let out a breath and rubbed my temples. I hissed, feeling the bruise on the side of my head where the guard smacked me.

Thanatos lunged forward, pushing Athena out of the way, and a snarl came from deep inside the hood. “Are you in pain?” He asked, angrily. Shadows enveloped him and came around the bed. They circled me, going around my body and touching my forehead like they were fingers.

I jumped at the sudden abruptness. “Just a little. I got knocked out,” I snapped, and rubbed my head again and waving the shadows away from me.

What a twat, he just yelled in my face.

Thanatos reared his head back, his shadows dropped away from me.

Athena barked out in laughter. “Thanatos, you cannot yell at her. You need to be compassionate and use your voice softly.”

Thanatos looked between the both of us until his shadows around his body exploded around the room.

“Y-you heard her!” Thanatos' voice was flustered, trying to find the words. “Give her something. I don’t want her in any pain!”

Thanatos bustled out of the room and threw the curtain away in a huff.

My face softened immediately and my mouth dropped.

What. The. Hell?

Athena chuckled, picking up the tea. “Yes, you said he was atwat, out loud.”

I groaned and took the tea from her. Deciding it was best just to drink whatever she gave me.

Maybe it would be best to die if it was poison.

Chapter Eight

Juniper

The bitter taste of the drink went down my throat. I gagged and grabbed the pillow and screamed inside it.

I went from being held hostage at a strip club, dancing my ass off, to awakening in a dark Victorian room hoarding with antiques, books, and strange objects, with people claiming to be the old Greek Gods I learned about in middle school.

I truly am dead or I’m in a coma at the hospital.

“You are not dead,” Athena droned and sat on the bed. “Nor are you in a hospital. No surgeon could perform the impeccable stitching on your organs like I did.”

---