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I couldn’t breathe

"Do you kno the gods maintain their power, their i how to spruce up the place

"No," I grunted out, heart thu to tellto show you"

"Yay," I aze to his

"Your bravado is false The stench of terror seeps from your pores"

I shuddered

"But that’s okay Pretend you’re brave It will be soyou, and I will this time" Hyperion crouched in front ofpart of the conversation For the gods to live outside of Olympus, we mustfeed"

My stomach hollowed as I trembled

"We can ood or we canflayed fro his hand around my jainced at the touch, and he sedly, a screaod whimpered

"And it’s time to feed"

Chapter 8

Seth

"You need to feed, Kýrios"

Lowering the glass, I raised a brow as the a the crystal At soht froht had fallen, the sky was blanketed with stars, and until Basil had spoken, I’d been alone on the balcony It had only been the sound of waves crashing against the shore and hts only of Josie

Every spare ? Did she still ry? Hurt? I assuer was better than pain--pain I’d inflicted upon her And when I wasn’t thinking about that, I was re what she felt like--her silky skin, her soft hair, and her plush lips I recalled her throaty laugh and breathy moans Sometimes, when it was quiet in thisout tolass At least I hadn’t unintentionally willed ain, but et off of Three days had passed since I’d arrived here, since I last saw her sleeping, and the only thing I’d done was pop out of one roo I’dan impressive dent in the liquor stock The liquor here was blended precisely for our kind, ods knehat One shot would probably knock a mortal flat on their ass Maybe even kill them

I was pretty sure I’d spent the last three days in what most would consider a drunken stupor

"Kýrios?"

Gods, this ive up

"I’ve already eaten" I took another drink, lips peeling back as the burn cascaded down , a feast that could feed an arht there’d been a randorilled fish "And how many times have I told you not to call me master?"

"Yes, Kýrios," he replied in thickly accented English

My eyes rolled as lanced over to where the dark-haired Basil stood He was maybe a decade older than me, dressed in all-white linen He was a half-blood

A servant

He didn’t have the h

When I realized there were over a dozen halfs in service, I told them to leave Released them from service or some bullshit None of them left I’d ordered the pures to hit the road None of the to Basil, they were pleased to serve their theós

I was the God Killer, but I was no god