Page 4 of Achille's Earth Angel
“I never said I didn’t want her, I said she wasn’t my girl. Even if I didn’t want her, which I do, I wouldn’t let that sea spawn with the brains of a Jellyfish have her,” he retorted.
“You just want Zeus to kick our asses, don’t you?”
“You don’t have to follow me, you can run home to daddy anytime.”
“You’ll pay for that.”
Achilles threw him a triumphant glare. “Not likely.”
Hercules was out of breath again as they raced across the sand and arrived at the cottage just as Epaphras was slithering into the sea. He watched as his normal clothing seemed to turn to fish scales as he quickly swam away. Bending over and out of breath, Hercules was truly glad they didn’t have to chase the brat into the sea to save Ange. Drowning wasn’t his favorite choice of death, although he always came back to life. Being a demi-god, he couldn’t actually die by normal means. That didn’t mean he enjoyed the process that temporarily killed him at any given moment.
Achilles pounded on the door in front of him. “Angelina,” he bellowed. “Are you alright?”
The door swung open and Ange stood there glaring at both of them. Then she delivered a round-house punch to Achilles’ chin that surely would have felled a mere mortal like a stone. The unexpected punch did knock him sideways and directly into Hercules which threw him off balance and they both toppled to the ground.
Chapter 2
Ange charged Achilleswith a fury that would have made Ares proud to claim her. Achilles recovered quickly and simply held her off with his big hands blocking each blow. When she tried the knee kick to his groin, he was prepared. Maybe she couldn’t pierce his skin but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t feel it in his male sack.
Hercules just stood to the side with his massive arms folded across his chest and watched with a big grin on his face. “Go, Ange,” he hooted, thoroughly enjoying his friend getting punched, even if it didn’t hurt him.
Achilles shot him a death glare and finally grabbed Ange’s hands and pulled her in close to his big body where she couldn’t hurt herself against him. “Why are you attacking me?” he growled in her tiny ear. “You can’t hurt me, you know.” She felt so good in his arms, he wanted to hold her forever, among other things. Her eyes were mesmerizing. The sky-blue orbs had the tiniest flecks of gold in them, he noticed. A beautiful combination. In fact, he was so wrapped up in her gorgeous eyes that he didn’t notice her leg steal behind his until he felt her heel slam against the tendon on his right leg. He crumpled and backed off, limping. “That was a low blow, Angel,” he gritted through his teeth.
“You deserved it,” she rounded hotly, her hands on her hips.
“And you deserve the spanking you’re going to get.”
“Ha! You wouldn’t dare. Besides, you two and that Epaphras jerk have got to be working together. He came back and tried to get in my front door.”
Achilles stopped rubbing his tendon and finally straightened up. The numbness was receding and it was starting to feel normal again. The shock had been like an electric eel touching him in the water. Instant and paralyzing.
“I know he came back, that’s why I’m here,” he replied tersely. He started towards her and she immediately backed away. “I don’t think you’ve thought this through. If we wanted to harm you, why would we rescue you from Epaphras?”
“You didn’t rescue me,” she pointed out, her eyes shining in triumph. “I took care of that slimy character all on my own.” Her chin jutted out in defiance. “Just like I took care of you.”
“She has a point,” Hercules called to Achilles.
