The worst part about all this is my body had a strange attraction to the God of Death. After I told him to leave, told him I’d never want him, I felt a horrible constriction in my heart that I couldn’t explain. I shouldn’t, I very well shouldn’t, because he was a walking, talking possessive cunt-cake who needed to be slapped around with a reality stick.
He dipped his wings, the sorrow when I said it out loud. I could nearly feel him drowning in grief and I was actually feeling sorry for him!
And I had no clue why.
Athena continued to brush my hair. She said it was therapeutic according to her studies, and she was right. I’ve had no one brush my hair like this. If my mother ever did it, I must have been so young I couldn’t remember.
“Just take it slow. He really is trying,” she reminded me.
“I know he is.” I rolled my lips, tasting the remnants of breakfast.
Thanatos prepared the most delicious meals, making me abandon the idea of going on a hunger strike. The food he made was absolutely delicious. Better than anything I have ever eaten, actually. Fruits I’d never seen before, meats I’d never tasted. I was sure the gods had ample access to many foods, andThanatos could have someone make the food, but the way he talked about the food when he placed in my room, there was no way anyone else made them.
Thanatos explained each meal meticulously when he set it on a table next to the bed. He told me where it came from, such as a land called Bergarian. A land I’ve never heard of. As curious as I was about the land he talks about during meals, kept silent and stared at him like I hated him.
I don’t though.
He saved my life.
He wants to save all those other women’s lives.
He wasn’t that bad of a person; he was just awkward, and let’s face it, we are both awkward. He was just trying to express emotion, but damnit, he caught me off guard.
Thanatos, the God of Death, he wanted my SOUL!
On top of it all, I felt embarrassed and had been throwing up while he told me it was his.
It was all bad timing, a little overbearing and, let’s face it, weird.
The God of Death was just weird.
But it was overly sweet the more I thought about it as we both sulked through the days.
Thanatos knew that his hand grossed me out to no end, so what did he do? The hand that was covered in skin to wake me from the Dream Realm. Instead of just getting rid of the meaty hand, he covered his whole body with skin.
And muscles.
That I tried to push away.
The dude was packin’ underneath those robes. He had some hard man boobs.
Which then made me feel a whole new set of feelings that something between us could work out because he wasn’t just bones. He had a body.
It gave me total romance novel level appeal with sparks, fireworks, and all that jazz, and we haven’t even kissed.
Cheesus, I haven’t even seen his face, and I wanted to know if fireworks would blast off in our mouths.
Athena stopped brushing and chuckles.
Ugh, I did it again.
“What you are feeling is perfectly normal.” Athena put the brush down and patted my shoulder.
No, this was not normal. None of this was. I cannot like Thanatos. I needed to leave. I needed to get out of here. I was going to help him with Fuzzy Bunnies, get those women out of there, and leave.
“Get me out of here,” I pleaded to Athena. “I don’t belong here. Help me get out after I help him close that strip club. There has to be a rule, a law that a human can’t be here in the Underworld or held hostage.”
Athena shook her head and put a lock of hair behind my ear. “Unfortunately, there isn’t.”
