Knowing his and Titos’ lives were at stake had Derek on edge. The large empty conference room, with the oversized mahogany table, plush leather chair, and digital clock on the wall didn’t give him any comfort about what they were about to face.

     He grabbed Titos’ hand. “What’s the protocol here?”

     Waiting to meet his lover’s family would’ve been tough enough in any case, but that they were the actual twelve Olympian Greek ruling gods and goddesses tossed his former worldview into the proverbial trash. That he and Titos were here to face the judgment and possible punishment of these immortals shoved him to the very brink of crazyville.