Stone Heart (Dark Olympus, #0.5)

by Katee Robert

Funny, but the so-called peace only seems to apply to those with money and power.

This woman doesn’t deserve to die for sleeping with a married man. As best I can tell, it’s practically a sport in the city among the upper crust.

I slip through them without issue and take the long journey up the stairs to the thirtieth floor. I’m strong and I train daily, but thirty flights of stairs are enough to wind even me and have my thighs shaking

Her breasts deserve worship, and I’m only too happy to kneel at the altar of her body.

I run my hands up her thick thighs, pausing over the tiny stripes of stretch marks that I hadn’t noticed before. Some might call them imperfections, but they just make her that much more real to me.

A goddess, yes, but a woman made of flesh and blood. A woman I wish was mine.

She kisses me the same way she touches me; as if I’m something—someone—beyond price.

I’m warning you now, Calypso, I’m going to fall in love with you. Prepare yourself.”