Page 12 of The Death God
Gregory frowned. “The glint?”
“The spark of interest.”
“Because I laughed?”
Thanatos shook his head. It had nothing to do with laughing and everything to do with seeing Thanatos as something he could enjoy.
“Then what did it?”
“Please leave.”
“I am.” He held up his hands. “I am leaving.” Then he smiled and bowed his head. “Have a pleasant night, Mr. Sage.”
Thanatos sighed and closed the door with a little more force than needed.
Chapter 5
Gregory woke to something poking his shoulder. He grunted and swatted at whatever it was.
There was another poke, and Gregory growled as he raised his head from where he’d fallen asleep with his head on the table. He’d gone back to the kitchen, finished Thanatos’ gin and tonic and maybe taken a few more swallows of the bottle. He glanced at it. There was still some left.
“Are you awake?”
Gregory looked at Thanatos who was holding a rolling pin. A shorter tool than the carpet beater. He glanced out the window. The sky was turning rosy, which meant it couldn’t have been more than an hour, two at a maximum, since he’d left Thanatos’ room.
“Don’t you sleep?”
Thanatos grimaced, and Gregory realized had he been more observant, he’d have noticed the dark circles underneath his eyes long before now. What had Rufus said? He feared Thanatos would fade away soon. Gregory had been too caught up in his head to notice.
“You have to sleep.”
“I’m gonna bake.” Thanatos looked around the kitchen as if searching for something.
“And we all love it when you bake, but you can’t have slept for more than an hour.”
Thanatos didn’t answer. Instead, he put the rolling pin back in its place.
“Thanatos.” Gregory waited for him to look at him. He didn’t. “Babe?”
Thanatos huffed but kept his back to him.
“Sweetness?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Gregory chuckled. “Can I tempt you with a drink?” Some alcohol and he should be out like a light.
“Can vampires turn into alcoholics?”
“I don’t think so.”
“So why do you drink every day?”
“Well…There is this super creepy guy where I live, the god of death—”
“Do you know the myth?”
Gregory grimaced. He didn’t.
