God of My Dreams (Greek Heroes #1) ✅ Completed

Chapter Eighteen: Goblin Kings and Superheroes

Goblin Kings and Superheroes

Gwen-Stacey looked around and knew where she was instantly.

Not fair her brain screamed as she ran both up and down steps inside an M.C. Escher inspired maze. A maze she’d seen practically twenty times but always from the comfort of her parent's couch. As she found herself running on a ledge, she pulled up short just as Morpheus flipped up in front of her. He was dressed exactly like David Bowie’s Goblin King from Labyrinth; a ridiculously sexy, end of the movie Goblin King.

“Oh shit,” she muttered.

Morpheus raised one perfect eyebrow, “Now, now Gwen-Stacey. Remember this movie is strictly PG.” His voice even sounded exactly like Bowie’s, the clipped British accent sending decades-old hormones into spastic overdrive.

How had he known?

“Say it.”

“No,” she stubbornly refused. Gwen-Stacey knew exactly what he wanted her to say, and she wasn't about to play along.

His lips curled up into a wicked smile as Morpheus pulled out a crystal ball out of thin air. She was mesmerized as he shifted it from hand to hand, over and under, weaving it in a smooth, intricate pattern.

“Say the words, Sarah,” he commanded.

“Give me the child,” Gwen-Stacey said automatically.

No stop! Don’t do it! Her brain sent the order but she couldn’t help it! She’d only been in love with David Bowie out of Labyrinth her entire life – well since she was ten and watched the DVD with her mom (who she was sure watched the movie over and over with her because she too was secretly in love with either David Bowie or Jareth…probably both). Seeing Morpheus in all that dazzling white was bad enough, the fact that he was acting the one scene in a movie she would have given her entire left arm to live out was totally unfair.

Morpheus looked at her over the crystal ball he kept weaving through his hands, “Sarah, beware. I have been generous up ‘til now. I can be cruel.”

It was like her mouth was operating with complete disregard for what her brain was demanding. “Generous?” she asked, taken aback. “What have you done that’s generous?”

"Everything!” he claimed, making the crystal ball disappear as he came forward, walking around her as he spoke, “Everything you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn’t that generous?” 

His eyes searched hers and Gwen-Stacey was overwhelmed by the moment. She’d always thought the real Sarah from the movie was an idiot for passing up the Goblin King. Maybe she should’ve demanded Jareth return Toby but still offered to stay with him so long as he gave her brother back. How could a girl say no to an offer like that? He was so sexy and hot and had done everything Sarah had secretly wanted, even as she selfishly refused to admit it.  

She closed her eyes against the temptation Morpheus as Jareth presented. It was too intense. It made her feel like a love-struck child once more. It was at this moment Gwen-Stacey realized how disadvantaged she really was at the game she’d insisted on playing with the dream god. Morpheus had the ability to pluck out her deepest fantasy, anything as far back as he cared to go. She, on the other hand, was flying blind (uh…pun intended.). She could only guess at what might make someone like Morpheus drool but without the aid of tapping into his mind and reading it from a cue card.