Sandra’s POV
Let’s say meeting Zeus isn’t fun. After we had to fight the guards we finally managed to enter Zeus’s lair.
Stefan s**t himself when he saw Zeus, and I myself stood behind Serafino. He was scary as fück. He was tall, a giant, with rippled muscles, and a lean body. His face was handsome, like a greek god.
Oh s**t! He is a fücking greek god.
He was sitting on a massive throne, with a Nike in his right hand, and a scepter in his left hand. Little bolts were surrounding him, and his face had a hard expression.
“What are you doing here mortals?” He boomed and I tightened my hold on Serafino’s shirt.
After a little chit chat with Zeus, Jacob finally went to the point. His help.
“Can you help us, or the real question is will you help us or we came here in vain?” Scarle
