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The lost one shall change what is before; Chained to death’s soldiers, becoming evermore; Or Titans will inherit the earth, and there will be nothing but war.
nullum magnum ingenium sine mixture dementia fuit. There has been no great wisdom without an element of madness.
The infamous Chthonic four—the Houses of Hades, Aphrodite, Artemis, and Ares.
“Kid, I’m not a babysitter. I’m a full-time nanny, without any of the benefits of getting to kill people. My life is tragic.”
Hades and Persephone. Their love was legendary.
Lucifer himself would have been less intimidating. “You’re ours now,” Patro said slowly, his voice cold.
“She’s under the protection of the Houses of Ares and Aphrodite. Do anything to harm her, and no one will ever find you.”
“The fact that Patro took a Spartan oath to only take the muzzle off Achilles if necessary is pure insanity. Everyone knows that bad things happen to people who take Spartan oaths outside of marriage and animal bonding.”
I stared down at my feet. “I don’t have any powers.” An ocean breeze blew warmly and whipped our hair. Patro crushed his cigarette, walked inside, and screamed in the other room at the top of his lungs. I was surprised he didn’t punch the wall like a psycho.
I want whatever fancy Spartan antidepressants he’s on.
Vorex yelled something, but I couldn’t hear him over my suicidal thoughts.
I didn’t run from my demons. I fed them, and now I was the demon.
Holy fuck, she’s murdering him. She’s vicious.
I call dibs.
Stay honorable, sisters.
“Our bodies get stronger, our senses keener, with age—although Spartans are not infallible and will go into a coma if injured or starved long enough. Cutting our bodies into small pieces and scattering them will also ensure we remain in a coma.” Do they offer that somewhere for free? Or do I have to pay for it?
Apparently, I was distracted by smutty drawings of male genitalia. I’m going to hell.
Our future hinges on you getting the fuck up.” A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.
“There are only three strategies,” he said with a growl. “Fuck them, kill them, or beat them.”
“Honeys, I’m home,” a scratchy masculine voice rasped sarcastically. No. I didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The newcomer’s cloaked head brushed across the ceiling. He was tall and wide, rivaling both Achilles and Augustus for size. “Well,” he chuckled darkly. “This looks cozy.” Please God, kill me. Do it fast. Kharon—the Hunter, one of two Chthonic heirs in the world, the son of Artemis and Erebus, the half creature, the murderer of Christos—pulled off his dark creature hood.
“Let’s just say there’s a loophole in progress. I’ve got my eye on someone. One might even say I’m becoming—obsessed.” Uh, why is he looking at me?
Whoever he’s obsessed with should immediately kill themselves.
“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.”
The box was a constant reminder that Kharon was out there in his stupid boat, with his stupid pole, waiting to chase us to our stupid deaths.
“You’re the next one to die, bitch.” Hopefully.
“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!”
Then he slowly licked the flat edge of his bloody dagger (that can’t be sanitary). Glacial blue eyes flashed with mania. “Oh yes,” Nyx sighed dreamily on my neck. “He’d be a devoted lover.” She needed an exorcism.
Another Olympian Spartan crawled toward the piano bench, and I kicked him away with disgust. I wasn’t interested in playing with weak bitches; I had singular tastes.
“Why d-do you care?” I whispered into the dark. A sinful, humorless laugh echoed, and his chest vibrated against mine. Sharp sensations traveled from my chest to my core. Everything was on fire. His lips lingered dangerously close to my ear. “Because—no other man is allowed to have you,”
“I don’t care about your stupid House honor—I grew up homeless, you prick.”
I wanted to fight. To kill. To die on a battlefield. Chop me into little pieces. Put me into a coma. I dare you. PLEASE DO IT, YOU FILTHY LIARS.
“Are you okay?” His voice was a throaty rasp. No. I’m cheating on Carl Gauss. I’m an unloyal whore.
The three of us will be the villains of this new age.
Alexis Hert didn’t know it yet, but she’d enthralled a monster. Things were about to get very messy. I laughed harder. The stalking had begun.
Love is rich with honey and venom.
