Erebos, I would have saved that whole town from being run over with Titans. Who else was waiting for me to come and ruin their lives with my presence?
I was bait, practically picked up off the shelf and being carried to my doom. To top it off, I didn’t even know what death would mean for me. If the Greeks had been right about their gods, did that mean there was no heaven? Would I fade into nothing if I died?
Something told me I would find out very soon.
Chapter Eleven
There was something different inside of me. I could feel it there, churning under the surface, waiting for the moment when it might be free again. Hunger exuded from it, yearning for the uninhibited world to accept its power, to let it run wherever it wanted to go.
Now, with my wounds being taken care of and my stomach fed nightly, I could sense what must have been there since I first caught fire and searched for it with the nymphs—the Titan half of me. She was the same in so many ways, familiar and comfortable, but also scary and unknown. Why, after all of the years I’d spent not knowing she was there, did she suddenly decide to reveal herself now? It was as if she’d been waiting for her own kind to show up.
I sighed, still in a not quite awake state, the area around us quiet in the early morning mist. The chill in the air had settled into my bones, the bite taken away by the warming presence of my other half. On the outside, my skin prickled, the tingling from having been mostly outside for the past week never really going away.
With my eyes closed, I could hear the soft movements of the men at their camp, putting things away and packing up for wherever we would be heading today.
I highly doubted we would be getting to Sicily any time soon, especially if Cristos was going to insist we walk the whole way. It’d been four days since his plan had been revealed and we were apparently walking in circles, trying to lose anything on our tail.
As the sounds from the camp started to diminish, I heard footsteps crackling through the snow and branches, heading my way.
“Wake up,” Cristos’s gruff voice ordered.
Eyes fluttering open, I took a deep breath, reluctant to come back into this mystical reality. It was so much easier to think about things and try to work them out when my eyes were closed. Everything didn’t have to be real then, but could be something I’d imagined for myself.
The ropes around me loosened, Cristos having moved to the other side of my tree to undo them. I didn’t even bother asking about the handcuffs, knowing he would refuse to remove them.
He was interesting to me. A jerk and bully as well, but interesting. It had been my experience that when someone acted very meanly towards another person they were either attracted to them or very afraid. I highly doubted he was attracted to me, but if things had been different I could have seen myself finding him attractive. Fear also seemed like a far reach. Up until now, I’d been fortunate to never run into someone who was mean just for the pleasure of it. Cristos definitely seemed like he was one of those people, though.
“Get up,” he commanded as soon as he’d pulled all the ropes away and stowed them in a bag.
Groaning, I hefted my sore body off the ground, stretching the best I could. My back popped some, but my muscles cried to be really stretched out. Until the handcuffs were gone for good, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Good morning to you, too” I said facetiously as he grabbed my arm and started pulling me along next to him.
“Shut up,” he replied grimly.
The Titan side of me sparked at his words and I felt the anger rise inside. Surprisingly, it seemed like a gate had opened up, clearing the way for her to attack. I knew if I were to concentrate and just let it happen, I would light on fire right now. The past few night’s rest and realization of where my powers were actually coming from had cleared the block of emotions I’d felt
I was bait, practically picked up off the shelf and being carried to my doom. To top it off, I didn’t even know what death would mean for me. If the Greeks had been right about their gods, did that mean there was no heaven? Would I fade into nothing if I died?
Something told me I would find out very soon.
Chapter Eleven
There was something different inside of me. I could feel it there, churning under the surface, waiting for the moment when it might be free again. Hunger exuded from it, yearning for the uninhibited world to accept its power, to let it run wherever it wanted to go.
Now, with my wounds being taken care of and my stomach fed nightly, I could sense what must have been there since I first caught fire and searched for it with the nymphs—the Titan half of me. She was the same in so many ways, familiar and comfortable, but also scary and unknown. Why, after all of the years I’d spent not knowing she was there, did she suddenly decide to reveal herself now? It was as if she’d been waiting for her own kind to show up.
I sighed, still in a not quite awake state, the area around us quiet in the early morning mist. The chill in the air had settled into my bones, the bite taken away by the warming presence of my other half. On the outside, my skin prickled, the tingling from having been mostly outside for the past week never really going away.
With my eyes closed, I could hear the soft movements of the men at their camp, putting things away and packing up for wherever we would be heading today.
I highly doubted we would be getting to Sicily any time soon, especially if Cristos was going to insist we walk the whole way. It’d been four days since his plan had been revealed and we were apparently walking in circles, trying to lose anything on our tail.
As the sounds from the camp started to diminish, I heard footsteps crackling through the snow and branches, heading my way.
“Wake up,” Cristos’s gruff voice ordered.
Eyes fluttering open, I took a deep breath, reluctant to come back into this mystical reality. It was so much easier to think about things and try to work them out when my eyes were closed. Everything didn’t have to be real then, but could be something I’d imagined for myself.
The ropes around me loosened, Cristos having moved to the other side of my tree to undo them. I didn’t even bother asking about the handcuffs, knowing he would refuse to remove them.
He was interesting to me. A jerk and bully as well, but interesting. It had been my experience that when someone acted very meanly towards another person they were either attracted to them or very afraid. I highly doubted he was attracted to me, but if things had been different I could have seen myself finding him attractive. Fear also seemed like a far reach. Up until now, I’d been fortunate to never run into someone who was mean just for the pleasure of it. Cristos definitely seemed like he was one of those people, though.
“Get up,” he commanded as soon as he’d pulled all the ropes away and stowed them in a bag.
Groaning, I hefted my sore body off the ground, stretching the best I could. My back popped some, but my muscles cried to be really stretched out. Until the handcuffs were gone for good, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Good morning to you, too” I said facetiously as he grabbed my arm and started pulling me along next to him.
“Shut up,” he replied grimly.
The Titan side of me sparked at his words and I felt the anger rise inside. Surprisingly, it seemed like a gate had opened up, clearing the way for her to attack. I knew if I were to concentrate and just let it happen, I would light on fire right now. The past few night’s rest and realization of where my powers were actually coming from had cleared the block of emotions I’d felt
Similar Books
