Its nails on the floor sound like nails on a chalkboard.“Bill, what the hell was that?” I scream. Grace sits frozen in place, unsure what to do.“Fantastic! It worked. I knew it!”“What are you talking about?” I ask through gritted teeth.“That there was Zeus,” Bill says with the biggest smile paint...
How long have I been asleep? The light filters through the window and I rub my eyes as they struggle to adjust. An instant burn shoots through my shoulders as I prop myself to a sitting position. I should’ve known I’d feel like this. &nb...