Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

My protectors only ever growled at Augustus because hellhounds were extremely territorial—but only around other predators. Since they were top of the food chain, it wasn’t often that they got riled up. Hell bared his teeth wider, and his head turned toward the lithe figure kneeling apart from the group with their head down. He let out a toe-curling sound of aggression. I focused on the initiate. Golden skin practically glowed in the sunlight. Curls shone like silk. The initiate looked up. A white and black eye stared directly at me—the different colors were shocking. It was her again. Alexis Hert. The abandoned girl everyone in Sparta was talking about. The one I’d played nursemaid to back at the shanty Patro and Achilles called home, after the massacre when they’d been called away to fight Titans. I’d thought the hellhounds had been growling because they’d smelled Augustus on me, but it really had been the girl. Interesting.