“My phone?” Hermod said even as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “What do you need my phone for? Don’t you have one?” He wasn’t sure the Greek was sober enough to know how his phone worked.
He heard Kratos call his name and looked over. Ah, Hel. Bast was about to really get into it with Ninkasi. Something had riled his girlfriend up to atomic levels. He would bet it had something to do with him. Bast seemed to be a bit more volatile when his name was mentioned. He hoped that wasn’t the case here. He always felt terrible when she lost her shit over him.
He handed his phone down to Dionysos, who was still on the floor. He asked him to be careful with it before he started to go after Kray. “I will want that back, you know.” Hermod made his way through the crowd quickly. Sometimes speed did have its advantages. He joined Kratos just in time to see him block Bast’s pounce. That was a very brave man. His girl was starting to draw the Greek’s blood. That would probably make Ninkasi even madder.
“Hey, sweetheart? Maybe you shouldn’t keep scratching Kray like that. He’s just trying to save the mortals.”