Page 112 of Blood of Hercules
“How’s the honorable heir life treating you?” Patro asked sarcastically. “I heard you’re the most eligible bachelor in high society this year because of the fucking marriage law. How’s all the desperate Olympian pussy and dick? I’ve heard there are even some creatures following you around.”
Kharon clenched his jaw. “They’re all powerless, simpering fools—too afraid to look me in the eye—but they want the crown and fortune. Also, the thrill of fucking an Assembly of Death member helps. As if I’d ever marry one of those sniveling cowards.”
Not looking you in the eyes seems very reasonable.
Also, so does marrying rich so you never have to worry about starving.
I’d do it.
“No.” Patro gasped mockingly. “But their Olympian mommies and daddies told them they were special.”
Both men laughed.
I squinted, trying to figure out if parents really did that or if that wasthe joke.
Kharon gritted his teeth. “I’m gonna startstabbingthe Olympians who approach me at the next moronic society ball.”
The men chuckled louder.
I sank lower into my chair and hoped he would forget I ever existed.
“Alex, we’ll resume our conversation tomorrow,” Patro said.
Why is he talking to me after they were just talking about stabbing Olympians? Why was he looking at me? STOP LOOKING. DON’T TALK TO ME.
Of course, he kept going.
“You should get more sleep now that you’ve stopped being dramatic and have eaten,” Patro said. “Also, you might want to take a proper shower—you smell.”
I’m going to end him.
I stared at the table, skin crawling from the weight of all their attention. Finally, a bazillion years later, all three of them walked out of the kitchen.
I let out a sigh of relief and rested my head back.
Kharon reappeared in the doorway.
I froze.
He stalked over to where I was sitting.
Glacial blue eyes burned with fury. “If you dare harm yourself,” he rasped softly, high cheekbones glinting like razor blades, “I’ll bring you back to life and torture you for all of eternity.”
My breath hitched.
Long fingers wrapped around the column of my throat like he was demonstrating how he’d do it.
His thumb hovered over my fluttering pulse.
A strange queasiness cramped my lower stomach, and my head spun.
Blood pooled over the whites of his eyes.
The sensation in my stomach quadrupled, and I gasped for air, overwhelmed by the foreign feelings. Something alien and obsessive swirled in my lower gut.
Is he going to use his powers and kill me like he did Christos?
I waited for the pain.
