Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

Oh, look, it’s a crescendo.

Evolutionists were wrong; humans hadn’t evolved from primates—we’d devolved from them.

A panic attack had never felt so sharp. G-sharp at a crescendo.

The orchestra played their final act.

“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.”

Personally, I preferred to be mentally weak—it made life more interesting. Will I kill myself today dramatically or barely survive? Every day was a new mystery.

I made a whale sound. He did not make one back. This is why I don’t talk to people. They never understand me.

A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.

I sprinted (hobbled slowly)

What is wrong with you, woman? So much.

“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!”

Men who hurt women didn’t deserve to live.

Darkness pulled me under, and blessedly I finally died. I awoke with a start. I’d just passed out. Another disappointment.