“Fine, and if you don’t sleep with all the Gods, then you leave. You pack your things and tell Brennan it isn’t working out here.” “Sounds good to me. But you cannot tell any of the Gods we have this bet. Also, you can’t talk them out of sleeping with me with threats or warnings.” His curt nod signals his agreement. “Since we agree, get the fuck out of my room.” I watch the muscles in his arms as he picks up his shirt slowly, while my legs clamp together. Boston pauses at the now open door. “Oh, Jolie, did you know Brennan is a God?” “You fucking cheat!” I scream.
