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Jasmine Mas
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September 25 - September 26, 2024
She screamed in my face—I screamed back. Oh, look, we’re harmonizing. Mozart would have loved this.
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Evolutionists were wrong; humans hadn’t evolved from primates—we’d devolved from them.
That was the thing about living in dark times—life got progressively worse.
“Amor fati, memento mori . . . amor fati, memento mori . . . amor fati, memento mori!” Goosebumps prickled. Remember death, love your fate.
“Memento homo quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris!” Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
“The fates are rooting for you—don’t you dare make us regret backing you, Alexis Hert.”
Patro the mutt of the House of Aphrodite and Achilles the mutt of the House of Ares.”
skin and hateful bloodred eyes, and he watched me without blinking. A foreign sensation of intrigue and curiosity filled my chest; it was obsessive. I’d never felt anything like it. Death stayed for hours.
He was cruelly beautiful with stunning blue eyes—it was death again.
“Don’t thank me yet,” said the raspy voice. “I have a gut feeling we’re not going to get along. An innocent like you should be very afraid of a monster like me.”
Some wounds are so visible that no one can ever see them.
you don’t want to test me, carissima.”
“How is it possible that your brain is smaller than your tiny balls?” I shouted aggressively and shook my fist at him. In my head. In reality, I said nothing, because I didn’t like interacting with people. Also, I couldn’t breathe. So there was that.
Also, I wanted to be the one to choke the light out of his eyes. I do? Mental note—physical exertion makes me homicidal. Avoid anything above a brisk walk.
He was looking straight at me with glacial blue eyes.
Why am I so hateable? I’m literally just trying to live a good (short) life.
Stay honorable, sisters.
“Alexis Hert.” Nyx became visible, purple eyes glowing against gleaming black scales. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met—and I’ve met all manner of Spartan heroes.”
Ohmygod, he can read my mind. I need to kill us both.
Augustus mumbled something about girls, dishonor, and the crucible. “Preach, girlfriend,” I mumbled back.
“Like a beached whale,” I said with my cheeks pressed against the rocks. “Don’t worry,
the tide will pull me back.”
Two voices growled, then whispered in the darkness.
“Don’t you fucking dare try to sabotage everything we’ve—” BOOM.
“Honeys, I’m home,” a scratchy masculine voice rasped sarcastically. No.
Patro shoved at his shoulders, but a dark blush stained the tops of his cheeks.
Whoever he’s obsessed with should immediately kill themself.
His nails were painted black, and a skeleton was tattooed across the top of his right hand.
Glacial blue eyes burned with fury. “If you dare harm yourself,” he rasped softly, high cheekbones glinting like razor blades, “I’ll bring you back to life and torture you for all of eternity.”
Note to self: Stand close to Theros when you try to kill him.
Please God, give me a sign that it’s all going to be okay. “You think you belong here,” a muffled voice
taunted. “You’re an abandoned mutt, a nobody. A defect. A daughter of a slut who fucked her betters.” Message received, God—things are not going to get better. I understand. Praise be.
“Wahoooooo.” Nyx slithered up my leg. “That’s my girl.” She made a sniffling noise. “I’m so proud right now . . . this is the best day of my life. I knew you had it in you, bestie. Pussy power, crush the patriarchy! Don’t stop now—murder them all. KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!”
It would have been so embarrassing for our family’s honor.” I choked. What family honor?
“Honeys, I’m home,” taunted a deep, scratchy voice straight from my nightmares.
“Alexis,” Kharon said slowly,
Apparently, the devil had spent the night, and also, he looked concerningly good in eyewear. Humanity is doomed.
God forbid someone be built a little different during an apocalypse.
“If you can’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, “someone else might step in to do it for you. You’ve been warned.”
Stranger danger. Stranger danger. Someone who is not naked, please help. Pastel eyes stared deeply into mine, and her fingers trembled where they cupped my cheeks. Wait—are we falling in love?
“Sure,” I said, and we grinned at each other. “I’ll play.” The pianist missed a key.
At least I’m big and beautiful. It could be worse . . . maybe.
“She’s our big prude,” Lena said proudly as she slung her arm around my shoulder.
The piano music stopped. There was a commotion
in the far corner of the room.
The bench went flying, knocking over three naked sirens on their knees...
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Kharon stopped, still halfway across the room. He watched, unblinking, as Augustus touched me. His expression was unreadable.
“How dare you touch her?” Augustus snarled, then he chucked the siren across the room like he weighed nothing. “IF ANYONE IN SPARTA LAYS A SINGLE FINGER ON ALEXIS—THEY ANSWER TO ME!” he roared into the room.
You’re in deep shit, sister. This is way worse than I thought. He hates you so much that he wants to fight—in the bedroom.”
