Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

Dorean had caught Jake Dalmer getting a hand job under a desk, and she’d shot him in the penis. Point-blank. No hesitation. Thus my hero.

Also, do Spartans really trade jewels for sex? I pursed my lips. Can I do that instead?

“I’m not some common dog—you will carry me, and you will enjoy it.”

Ohmygod, he can read my mind. I need to kill us both. Hands clapped together. “Alexis, open your fucking eyes. You’re speaking aloud and distracting the class—look at me. Now.” I cracked my eyes open. The class was in a state that could only be described as severely catatonic. Distracting them from what—death? Augustus mumbled something about girls, dishonor, and the crucible. “Preach, girlfriend,” I mumbled back. His right eye twitched. “Calm yourself,” he said with a frown. “Focus on your center, find your inner calm.” “Will do—Captain.” I bowed and face-planted onto the floor. “Like a beached whale,” I said with my cheeks pressed against the rocks. “Don’t worry, the tide will pull me back.” I rolled to my side. Augustus looked worried. I made a whale sound.

A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.

“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.”

“Kill me,” she whined. “I’m so bored.” I rubbed at my aching head. “You’re the one with the venom. Kill us both.”

The general grabbed the front of my tunic, lifted me off the ground, and chucked me inside. Does that mean I’m his favorite?

“You resemble an obese slug.” “Your hair is greasy and frizzy.”

“The pianist is probably just one of those asexuals,” Nyx said. “Like spiders.” I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. “Do you mean—arachnids?”

If they made us run the crucible right now, I would perish from hypothermia (throwing myself off the top of the mountain).

“Are you okay?” His voice was a throaty rasp. No. I’m cheating on Carl Gauss. I’m an unloyal whore.