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Chapter 3 ***Poseidon POV*** “Sir, did you want us to proceed?” Christos asked, sounding as though he had to repeat himself if his irritated tone was anything to go by. Normally I would not tolerate such a tone from a mere merman, but Christos being the general of my Atlantean army got a pass. While Atlantean’s aren’t immortal like us gods, they live for a good 400 years if lucky, which meant that I’d known Christos for the past 200 years or so. It’s not easy for a God to make friends who will genuinely treat them as friends. I am lucky to have such an incredible confidant and general in Christos. “Yes, you may meet with the Wavereon. I do not wish to get involved, but don’t hesitate to remind them that I will should they not heed my request,” “As you wish… May I ask something unrelated before taking my leave?” “Of course,” I answered, turning my full attention to Christos. “Is there something else going on? I confess you seem distracted lately, which is very unlike

Chapter 2 ***Sally POV*** My massive tray full of expensive entrees crashed to the floor creating the most embarrassing display of broken glass, forks & knives, and completely unusable food. Happy first shift at the Midnight Inn to me. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised I’ve already messed up like this. I mean, every waiter has dropped food before, it’s a right of passage. But not every waiter can blame this on their lack of sleep from hanging out with Poseidon and a giant sea monster all night. Nope, That would probably be just me. When I first woke up this morning I was honestly surprised I’d managed to get any sleep at all. I’d been exhausted after last night’s events, but it was hard to quiet my racing mind as I thought about everything I’d seen. If that guy actually was Poseidon, as in Poseidon, Poseidon, then were all the Greek Gods real? Was Zeus a thing? Hades? That would be wild. And that creature I saw last night, were there more like that? He’d said I had “the gift of