I tried not to focus on him almost calling me his. I tried not to focus on the chemical, physical and spiritual reaction of his words on my body. I tried to ignore the feeling in my gut that wanted to grab him and claim him as mine right here on the spot so that no one ever doubted him or took advantage.
But I did none of those things. I simply reached out to Finn and attempted to shake his hand.
"Sett, this is Finn. Or Fenrir, as he's most commonly known."
I paused and pulled my hand back. "Fenrir, as in the wolf god?" I asked.
He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest as if to show me how much stronger than me he was. "Sett, as in the trickster god of Egypt?"
I huffed. "I'm no trickster!"
Fenrir scoffed. "We'll see about that," he said and turned to Drew. "So, Drew, what can I help with?"
I looked at Drew too, standing between us. He bit his lip and glanced from me to Fenrir a few times before he spoke.
"I…I'm looking…the truth is…I'm enslaved to a god. No, not him," he added when Fenrir frowned at me. "And I need to find a way to escape him so that we can kill him and save our family."
Fenrir considered him for a moment, eyes so narrowed they were practically closed, but he didn't say anything.
"So? Can you help or not?" Drew asked him after several seconds.
Fenrir finally breathed out and turned his back on us. "I'm calling my dad," he said.
I frowned.
Did he mean…
"Is that really necessary? Your dad hates me."
"Well, with reason, considering you won't stop flirting with his man."
I stopped. "You're what with whom?" I asked.
Drew pursed his lips and frowned. "It's not what it sounds like," he said with worry in his expression.
I wanted to reach out and tell him it was okay, that whatever he'd done before he met me didn't matter. That he was allowed to have a past. To have liked other people. But I didn't get a chance.
"It's exactly what it sounds like," Fenrir said.
"It's not!" Drew snapped.
Even Fenrir jumped.
"O…kay. I didn't mean—" Fenrir started.
"It's not like that. You…you don't understand! It…it wasn't me. Or I don't think it was. I…I don't know." As quickly as he caught on fire just as quickly it died down, leaving him all raw and vulnerable yet again.
He turned his back to both of us but I could see his shoulders shaking and I reached for to him.
"Hey," I whispered.
"It's not like that," he cried.
I pulled him into my arms where he let go and cried like I'd never seen him cry before.
"I'm sorry, Drew. I didn't mean to offend. I…I'll call my dad. He'll know how to help. I think."
Fenrir's expression had changed from amusement to concern and he ducked out of the office waving a phone in his hand, leaving me to tend to Drew.
