It sounded like he might be able to reason with Bast. All he had to do was get Kratos to let her go. That should not be difficult. He knew Kray had his own girlfriend to deal with.
“Kratos, could you let Bast…” Before he finished the sentence, The Greek had shoved Bast into his arms. “Okay, thanks.” That had been extremely easy. Now the hard part.
Kratos was having some intense conversation with Ninkasi. Hermod wasn’t listening, however. He had his own conversation to start. “Hey, baby. You want to tell me what’s going on here? I thought you and Ninkasi were best friends or something. What can I do to help you?”
He wasn’t sure the calm voice would get through to her. He loved Bast, but that did not mean that he was blind to her faults. Her temper could be one of those faults. If he couldn’t calm that temper, the best thing was to get rid of what sparked it in the first place. Not that he would or even could get rid of the Sumerian goddess. The best he could do was get Bast out of the bar.
Kray was doing something, but Hermod pretty much ignore that. Kray would ask if he needed help. He was planning on grabbing Bast and running out of the bar when he heard a familiar voice call his name. A voice that certainly did not belong in a place like this. He turned to look behind him.