Athena didn’t respond but stood stoically still.
“Finn, please take Athena to your room and make sure she is safe and comfortable tonight. I’ll see you both tomorrow morning.” Khan clasped his hands behind his back and left the way he’d come.
“This way,” Finn said and swung his arm to make Athena go first. She didn’t move.
“You heard Khan, I’m your appointed protector so you have to come with me,” Finn explained, his smile gone.
“If you think I’m willingly going with you into your room, you’re mistaken,” Athena said and crossed her arms.
Finn looked to Boulder and shrugged before he bent down and simply picked the small woman up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Let me down,” she insisted but he just started up the staircase and when she wriggled, he smacked her butt.
Magni and Boulder were following right behind them and quiet as a mouse, I sneaked back up to my room, my heart still pounding and my mind racing with how I could help the priestess escape and get back home.
Boulder
I watched the small woman being carried down the hallway by Finn and felt bad for her. At least Christina had come of her own free will.
Finn was a good guy, but Athena didn’t know that and although he wasn’t as big as me and Magni, he was still a solid man who would be intimidating to all Momsies, especially someone as young and petite as her; the woman looked to be nothing more than a big teenager.
Taking a deep breath, I entered Christina’s and my room unsure how much I should tell her. She was on the bed with a hard expression on her pretty face.
“So?” she said.
I scratched my beard. “Ehhm…”
“Don’t ‘ehhm’ me.”
I cleared my throat. “It wasn’t Laura.”
“No, I know. I saw her.”
“Ahh, so you didn’t stay here as I asked you to?”
“No, I saw the whole thing, and I doubt Magni understands what woman he has kidnapped.”
“What do you mean?”
“That mark on her forehead – do you know what it represents?”
“No, I thought it was just a tattoo.”
“You thought wrong.”
“So? Is she royalty or something?” I joked.
Christina shook her head. “You know we don’t have royalty anymore.”
“Then what’s so special about her?”
She lowered her voice. “Athena is a priestess.”
“What?” I scrunched my face. “What kind of priestess? Didn’t you say Momsies weren’t religious?”
“We’re not. Our priestesses are theologians, philosophers, and spiritual advisors. They don’t hold a doctrine over people’s head telling them how to live their lives.”
“Then what do they do?”
