Page 72 of The Death God
Thanatos was too stunned to speak. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”
“No, it’s not. Not by vampire law.”
“Well, it should be.”
Gregory winced.
“You can’t decide if I’m gonna live forever or not, Gregory. I was meant to die.”
“Were you?” Gregory looked angry now.
“Yes, stupid! I’ve always planned to die. No one wants to live in the house of horrors forever.”
Gregory glared. “You’re not in the house of horrors. You’re with me and will be for—”
Thanatos looked into Gregory’s death or tried to. There was nothing there. Completely blank. He couldn’t see a thing. He tried again, strained, but he was surrounded by blackness, nothing else. “I can’t see your death!”
“Because it’s the same as yours.” Gregory sounded confident, but there was uncertainty in his eyes.
“I need someone else.” He tried to push off the bed, but his body was slow to obey. “Fuck. Move. I need to get out there with the others.”
Gregory pushed him back onto the bed.
“Prophecy!”
Huffing, Gregory went to the door. It sounded as if the kitchen was filled with people. “Prophecy, Thanatos needs you.” Silence followed Gregory’s words, but a few seconds later, Prophecy appeared in the doorway. Thanatos latched on to him and was instantly pulled into the scene with the old Prophecy in the bed. He heaved a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.
“Thank you.”
“You should talk to Minerva.” Prophecy didn’t sound pleased, but Thanatos didn’t give a damn. He didn’t open his eyes, but soon shuffling footsteps drew closer to the bed. He looked up and met Minerva’s worried gaze. The moment they locked eyes, she started crying.
“I’m so sorry, Thanatos. You were right, I was selfish and only thought of myself. If I’d used my skill wisely, we could’ve stopped you from getting shot. Again.”
He grunted. “Normal people have to live their entire lives without prophecies. It’s not your responsibility to let us know what will happen. But seriously, Prophecy? There are so many men in the world, and you pick him. He’s not worthy of your time.”
She wiped her cheeks. “He understands. He understands both what I’ve been through and how my skill works because he’s had to deal with the same thing. You shouldn’t be so hard on him.”
Thanatos snorted. “We all understand what you’ve been through, and while others might not have been through the same thing, they all have their trauma. It’s not like they’re uncaring people.”
“Maybe not, but most of them are gay. Imagine that. I get rescued by a pair of hunky vamps who are friends with some hunky weres, and they’re all freaking gay.”
Thanatos laughed only to hiss. He hadn’t known his abdomen hurt, but apparently, it did. “Not all of them. It sounded as if the hunky weres fucks everything with a pulse.”
She chuckled. “I like Prophecy. I know you don’t, and I won’t try to make you see him as I do, but he’s good to me. And it’s not like I’m mated for life, unlike some.” She gave him a pointed look, and he grimaced.
“Are you mad at him for it? He’s been pretty nervous about it.”
He gave half a shrug. “Not mad exactly, but how fucking stupid is someone allowed to get? I’m a fragile human. He wants to live forever, and yet he tied his life to mine. I didn’t know he was dumb until now.”
She gently squeezed his shoulder. “Maybe, no matter how long he could’ve lived his life, he didn’t want to live it without you.”
“He doesn’t even like me.”
She barked a laugh. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. I think I’ll make myself some popcorn and watch how this plays out.” She got up to leave. “Get some rest.”
“When are you moving out?”
“What?”
