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Okay, I’m probably exaggerating, but the current situation is eroding any positivity I might have had a few weeks ago.
I wonder if I will still have tears when I’m dead. How long can I survive in the underworld before I find out what death is like?
I curl up on the bed and wish I could send a message to Eros, letting him know where I am and telling him I meant to return to him once I dealt with my feelings for Carl. I don’t that’s possible since it feels as if my connection to Eros is lost here.
Will Hermes help me? If anyone could get a message to Eros, it would be him. He is the messenger god, after all.
I can’t trust him to have my best interests at heart, but he might tell Eros where I am, if only to rub it in his face, then Eros would know I’m trapped here.
What if Hermes can transport me out of the underworld before I die? Then Eros could find me once I’m out, and I can escape the messenger god’s clutches.
“Hermes?” I call. “Hermes? Mercury? Please, answer my call.” I realize gods would likely enjoy a bit of mortal groveling, so I get on my knees and clasp my hands together and call for him again.
He appears right in front of me, his crotch practically touching my nose.
I fling myself backward onto the floor. “What the hell?”
“You rang?” The handsome, arrogant god smirks.
I take a few calming breaths so I don’t snap at him. “Can you get me out of here and take me home?”
“Sure,” he says with a tone that suggests much more than he’s simply willing to help.
“What do you want?” I ask, frustration clear in my voice.
“Sweet girl.” Hermes taps his temple. “Let’s see if you can figure it out on your own.”
“Not you too!” I palm my face. “You gods are all freaking crazy.”
“No doubt.” He suddenly appears next to me, sitting on the ground.
I flinch and scramble to my feet. “Why are you playing this game with my life?”
“Because I like to win. It’s fun. Besides, you are my prize.”
“No. It actually isn’t fun at all.” I glare at him.
“You didn’t like Eros’s affections and hisseeminglyinnocent touches? Or when you finally won your not so secret-crush, Carl?”
“Is Carl part of this game?” I ask.
“Whatisn’tpart of a game?” Hermes counters. “I plan to be your god, so I will be honest with you about what I want.”
He swishes his long, blond hair as if he’s enticing me like he’s a Greek god, which, of course, he is. It’s a futile move, since I’m not buying what he’s selling.
A laugh bubbles out of me, and then more until I’m full-on belly laughing. I’m losing my damned mind.
“What’s wrong with you?” His brow crinkles, and his voice sounds hurt because I don’t swoon with his moves.
“Come on now, a trickster god being honest?”
“It isn’t as crazy as it sounds,” Hermes mutters. “Often, we are the most honest.”
“You know, all this bullshit attention and peacocking… Idon’tfind it flattering.” I wave my hands around above and below me. “You’re all mocking me.”
Hermes seems to grow and looms threateningly over me, but I resist shrinking into a withering mess.
“I don’t play soft like Eros. I won’t put up with your attitude,” he warns.
