Poseidon

Poseidon's POV

I opened my eyes and let the rush of feelings die down, before I sat. I was dressed, now Triton wasn't there to wait on me, I had a new one in training. And he had not gotten the memo to not bother me yet.

I reached for my trident, my hand feeling lonely, and stretched before getting out of bed.

Time to sort out Triton and Amphitrite. I knew he'd cajoled her into it, but she should know better.

And then someone globed me.

I went to the globe and picked it up.

Hades looked grave and serious, not happy at all, and with the dark background and muted lightning, he looked sinister as fuck.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"Please take care of her," he said. "She's on her way, and she can't keep doing this. Charon warned me just now." His voice was low and serious.

"What?" I asked her.

"She's on her way to you, Poseidon," Hades said. "And she needs to get warm sooner than your tub can do it."

"Fuck," I realized and globed off. I propelled myself to where she'd dropped down the past few times, just in time to see her fly through the protection around my realm.

She landed on the floor like a dying fish, dripping wet and with a sort of blueish hue.

"What are you even doing here?" I demanded to know and picked her up.

She was in bikini bottoms and a bra. Her lips were blue, and she looked weak.

"Athena!" I demanded.

Her teeth clattered when she tried to breathe.

I knew this sort of went against the rules, but it was dark, and only people like her would even be on the beach. But I could conceal it, surely.

I forced us back to the beach and transformed into Poe before dragging her to the shore.

"Athena!" I snapped at her and shook her. She hadn't swallowed that much water, Amphitrite had shown me, looking genuinely worried this time.

"Athena!" I demanded from her again.

I was only in boxers, as that was what I'd stripped down to when she left. The mere idea of her...

I shook that out of my head and picked her up in my arms. Her stuff?

I glanced up and down the beach and summoned her stuff to me, carrying it all in her bag, and hurrying back to the house.

Josh and Peter better not be back right now.

I cursed myself for not thinking about giving myself shoes, but that would be too weird.

I made quick work of the streets with cars, and went inside and went to the bathroom with Athena still limp in my arms.

I sat down in the shower, on the floor, and got a hold of the showerhead and turned on the water to just slightly warmer than her, and doused her with it – her body, not her face.

I also held her close, despite the chilly water making me feel cold.

She shivered against me, and I turned the heat up a notch.