“I’m sure we could have figured that out, Thena,” Adonis muttered under his breath.
I whipped around. “Are you going to be giving a running commentary the whole trip? Because it’s not going to be some short flight to Vegas, like Seth here is hoping.”
We both looked at Seth and his dejected face. Did he really think a Titan would hide only in large cities full of sin?
The look on his face told me he did.
“So, where are we going?” Seth pulled out three bus passes and winked. Stupid man and his planning for worse case scenarios.
I smiled, giving adequate time for a long dramatic pause before answering. “Alaska.”
“Alaska!” both of them yelled at the same time. One was outraged, the other invigorated. You can guess which was which.
“Mt. McKinley.” I swiped my pass and boarded. “The Denali, to be exact.”
Seth cursed, which I expected; he is Fallen after all. “The high one?”
“That exact one.”
Adonis was silent next to me; it made my muscles tense. He seemed pleased to be going to Alaska. As Seekers we’ve been all over the world. It got repetitive and boring, but I was almost positive Adonis had never set foot in Alaska. I’d bet my life on the fact that he’s more thrilled than he’s willing to admit.
“Fun.” Adonis looked out the window.
I didn’t miss the curve of a smile plastered on his perfect lips.
****
The airport was busy as usual, and I didn’t want to take any chances we would get noticed by any Phantoms or Seekers. Our mission was top secret for a reason. But how do the three of us, relative giants and gods in our own right, trounce through the airport without getting ridiculous stares from both the female and male sex?
“Costumes,” I said, once we’d gotten off the bus.
“I’m sorry. Did you say costumes?” Adonis glared at me.
Too bad, I was used to his glares; it was his kisses that nearly killed me.
“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “Costumes.”
“For all of us?” Seth asked, looking disgustingly intrigued.
“No, just for you two.”
Adonis rolled his eyes. “Why?”
“Because I can pass as an international supermodel, whereas you guys just look like…”
“Perfect male specimens?” Adonis finished.
Seth grinned. “Gods among men?”
“The perfect man?” Adonis added.
“No, no, I’ve got it.” Seth cleared his throat. “The—”
“Stop.” I snapped. Several people glanced in our direction. I coughed and gave both of them my meanest glare. “You’re posing as NBA basketball players, okay? Now put the warm-ups on and we’ll be off!”
Adonis immediately began taking his shirt off.
I started sweating.
Seth unbuttoned his jeans.
“Stop! You can’t just undress in public!” Am I yelling?
“Chill, Thena.” Adonis winked. “Seth’s got it covered, don’t you, Seth?”
Seth grinned. “Sure do.”
“Do I need to ask what Seth does and does not have covered?” I pleaded.
“Nobody can see us, Thena. He used to be an angel so he does still have some use. He’s making a small shield. It only lasts for a few minutes, so we need to hurry.”
“Right then, I’ll just…” I snapped my mouth shut out of embarrassment, as both men continued to strip off their clothes and add new ones.
Great. I was officially back to the whole “God is punishing me” theory by the time both suited up in the latest sport fashions. They dumped their clothes into the duffel bags and high-fived one another, before falling into step beside me.
I desperately tried to ignore the stares from people. I couldn’t tell if it was me or Adonis, or Seth for that matter. All I knew was the texting universe of Sea-Tac was going to blow up today, after seeing the three of us together. Maybe it would have been safer to hire a private plane. Then again, it would have taken too long. This was absolutely necessary for the time being.
We walked to the airline kiosk and purchased our tickets. The lady who checked our bags looked like she was five minutes away from either screaming or passing out. It was bad enough she choked on her gum and needed aid from Adonis before being able to proceed with our luggage. It didn’t help matters that Adonis touched her arm.
She would probably spend the rest of her life trying not to wash the spot his fingers had grazed.
By the time we reached security, Seth was in full-fledged Seth-mode: signing autographs, talking about his time playing overseas, and gaining phone numbers from adoring fans. Humans were so stupid. They saw a hot guy in workout clothes who’s twice their height, and even though they’ve never heard of him, they want to sign their lives over to him in blood.