Page 56 of Thanatos' Craving

“My treasure, you should not worry or be afraid. I will protect you from all of your enemies.” His voice grew dark, and the light of the room fell into darkness.

As the light danced on my radiant skin, his hand gently rose to caress my cheek. A rush of warmth enveloped my body, sending tingles cascading across my skin, erasing all traces of fear from my mind.

“What I wanted to ask was your permission,” he rasped.

“My permission?”

To touch me in places where I should never ask?

He rubbed his thumb across my knuckle, and I melted. Who knew the angry Grim Reaper was such a softy?

“To enter your mind, to see every face that entered the club while you were at that prison. It will give me a lead who might be in charge, who may know the owner, it will help me who I can question.”

My heart jumped into my throat.

To have someone enter your mind, all your private thoughts, feelings. That was a lot. What if he was going to read my thoughts about him now?

What about my past?

What about how I survived while I was there?

I was pathetic.

My ears roared. I couldn’t hear but the beating of my heart. Suddenly, two muscular arms picked me up and lifted me into his giant lap. His wings surrounded us and my body glowed within our little cocoon.

“My treasure, breathe. It’s alright, if you do not feel comfortable, I will not do it. This is why I asked. It is a lot.”

I shook my head, my shaky hand rubbing my lips. “You have to do it. Those other women depend on it. I’ve been here, enjoying everything you have to offer, I nearly forgot about them. Help them, they’re miserable.” I sniffed.

I couldn’t be selfish. Not now.

“Will you just look at those four years, or will you see my whole life?” I turned to him, his blue eyes dim.

“Only the four years you were there. I give you my word, on my honor.”

I bit my lip and nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. At first, he didn’t return the hug. His arms were frozen, hovering in the air.

“Hug me back,” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Uh,” he mumbled, and slowly brought his arms around my body. He patted my back slowly, and I rolled my eyes.

This guy needed some guiding if he was into me, if at all.

After dinner, I tried to tend to the dishes. I wasn’t a freeloader, but every night he waved his hand, and they were done. If I had some magic powers like that, I wouldn’t even cook, but I guess to each their own.

He ordered me to get washed up for the night. It wasn’t unusual for him to tell me this. He liked me to feel comfortable, and he gave me new things to wear each night. He even asked me what I liked to wear, what things make me comfortable. It’s hard to explain and describe. I think he explained his dilemma to Hypnos one evening, because the next day a laptop computer was set up in the living room and he asked me to show him what clothing I liked to wear.

Poor thing didn’t know how to turn it on, though.

And to be honest, it had been years since I’ve been on one. Luckily Hypnos was there for breakfast and showed us both how to use it.

I didn’t think Thanatos liked it because his wings were tense, and even Fluffy was huffing and puffing, pacing back and forth between Hypnos and me to make sure Hypnos kept his distance.

Once we set up the laptop, I realized we would need to have internet—how was that going to work?

Does the Underworld have a service provider? What do they use for Wi-Fi?

I found it is best not to ask questions and just go with it. Hell, I’m glowing in the dark here, and my head just hurts, thinking about how none of this makes sense.

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