C.P. Smith

As he charged up the hill Mia slapped Zimmer and then stumbled back, turned, and fell to her knees.

His anger had reached a boiling point when Mia hit the ground, so when he reached Zimmer, he grabbed his shoulder, turned the man punching him with the force of a sledgehammer.

Max turned to Mia then and lifted her arm, looking at her wrist, and saw bruises had already formed on her wrist.

“He marked you,” Max bit out feeling his control slipping by the second.

His mother called out “Max!” so he turned his head and saw the fear in her eyes. Closing his own

“I plead insanity to whatever you just heard. In fact, just forget all about it and I’ll be on my way. Does Curly work on Saturdays?”

“He has dreadlocks for Christ sake,” Max growled ignoring me.

“What does his hairstyle matter? You wear flannel; you don’t see me judging you for wearing flannel.”

“He looks like a hippie.”

“And you look like a lumberjack what’s your point?”

Max’s brows shot up and he looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. Then he bit out, “Jesus, please tell me you don’t sit up on that mountain smokin’ pot and singing Kumbaya.”

“Are you gonna beat me into leaving?” Donald bit out.

“Nope, not unless you lay another hand on Mia.”

“I didn’t “lay” a hand on her in the first place, she overreacted.”

Overreacted? I don’t think so.

Pissed off, I tried to move around Max but he stopped me with his large arm, pushing me further behind him.

“Least I could do since I made you forget your life’s calling.”

“Shit, you heard that?” I whined.

“Uptown girl, half the town heard that, your voice carries,” Max grinned.

“Of course, they did,” I sighed, “could you point me to the nearest mountain so I can throw myself off?”

He watched, in startled disbelief, as Mia ran straight off the edge and plummeted into the river below.

Trying to reconcile what he’d just seen, Max jumped into action as Mia hit the water hard. Diving in fully clothed keeping his head up as he swam, his heart skipped a beat when she floated to the surface, drifting towards him quickly as the current carried her body face down. Shouting, “Mia,” as he launched himself at her body

"You may look like Thor, God of Thunder, but you're mortal. You can still catch hypothermia or—”

“I look like Thor?” Max chuckled.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, let’s get back to the part where I look like Thor.”

“Max, this is serious you need to get out of those clothes.”

“Mia, I am serious, why Thor?”