AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

The blue walls and the soothing flute music piped in are beginning to drive me out of my mind after only a day. Maybe it's two days. Two days of lying flat on my back and with the room spinning and having to be fed by an IV off and on because I can't keep food down. The spider venom nuked my system. Supposedly, I'll make a full recovery, but right now, staring up at the blue ceiling and trying to see any variations in the color, I have my doubts.

I will never treat spiders with anything other than respect again. That won't stop me from blasting the h*ll out of any poisonous ones--and any that lurk in the rooms of our diminutive guests. I wonder if any of the fauns have ever been bitten?

I make a note on the pad on my lap. "Review pest control procedures @ Wendigo."

My hand trembles so badly I have to push the pad aside. By whichever god, I hate this. Loathe it.

I look up, my eyes widening. "MOM."

Chapter 185: Pest Control to Pass the Time