Page 87 of The Wild Moon
“She’s not here, is she?” I hissed, looking around suddenly.
“No,” Vir said quietly. “No, she is not.”
I laughed once. My side ached from the sound. “This is supposed to be fake. It’s all just legends of people we worshipped in the past. You’re not a real person. You can’t be. I have to be dreaming. Maybe Johnathan slammed my head to the ground, and I don’t realize it. If I’d hit my head any differently, I’d probably have thought you were Zeus or Hades or something. Just as made up.”
Vir snorted.
“What?” I asked, surprised by the outburst.
“Oh, nothing. I’ll just be sure to tell Hades he doesn’t exist the next time I see him.” Vir tapped his chin. “Though, I suppose it’s been a few thousand years already, so it might be a while yet before he gets word.”
My jaw fell open so hard it popped. I winced in pain.
“Are you okay?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not. I just found out thatgodsare real. That you’re real.”
And I wanted him to fuck me earlier. Ha. Nowthatwould have been an interesting experience, I’m sure.
“I’m sorry if this is a lot to take in,” Vir said gently.
I giggled, hating how hysterical I sounded. It was warranted, though, wasn’t it? Whowouldn’tbe feeling a little unstable?
“So, Hades is real, too? They’re all real? What about the Roman gods? Mars, Jupiter?”
Vir nodded.
“Oh, dear,” I said. “I don’t feel so good.”
The room was spinning gently around me as my mind raced to try and adapt to all the new information it was getting, rewriting thousands of years of history, not to mention everything I knew about the world.
“Dani?” Vir said, my voice sounding like heaven coming from his lips. “Dani, are you okay?”
I swooned. Or fainted. Probably fainted, but swooned has such a better sound to it, so that’s how I prefer to think of it. Either way, all the information was too much, and I passed out. I have no idea for how long.
When I came to, I was lying in a bed. A very comfortable bed. I stretched my arms and my legs out but no matter how far I reached, I couldn’t find the edge. It was a verylargebed. Which could only mean one thing.
I was sleeping in a god’s bed. I blacked out again. This time when I came to, Vir was nearby, sitting on a chair. The copy of Froller’sThe Ancientswas in his hands. It looked like a pocketbook when he held it, his hands were so large.
“It’s been some time since I’ve read this,” he said, noting I was awake. “Lots of interesting stuff about my kin I’d forgotten.”
I frowned. How could he have forgotten about his kin? That was weird. But I guess when you’re immortal, that happens.
“How long was I out?” I asked.
“A few minutes,” he said. “Nothing more. You should relax, though. You need to rest. You were hurt worse than you thought in that fight.”
“Maybe,” I said, but I didn’t struggle to get up. The bed was sinfully comfortable, which was befitting of a god, I decided. “But I have so many questions. I can’t sleep.”
Vir closed the book and turned to look at me, his eyes boring into mine. “Ask them,” he said, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“My lair,” he said. “A safe spot.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know,” he said with a nod, his voice notquitecondescending. “But you will. Once you’re stronger. When you’ve recovered.”
