Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

We were nothing but two broken souls trying our best to survive in a cruel, unforgiving world.

In that dark of night, we mourned together. For Fluffy, who’d been nothing but a bright, shining light of love in a heartless place. For each other. For the horrible days we’d spent apart.

Some revelations you could never recover from. You’re a murderer. A butcher. You’ve slain multiple people. How can you live with yourself?

I’d done the impossible—I’d accidentally become a serial killer. Help?

I’d never been a big fan of tyranny.

They were beasts masquerading as men.

They were wolves in sheep’s clothes—in the sense that they’d gutted the sheep, put its severed parts in a box, and then gifted them to me so they could maintain their sick lineages.

I’d been rolling in the mud for years: starving, using illegal food stamps, killing, lying, pretending, doing anything I could to survive.

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

I hated the way he said my name. Like it was a sin. Like it meant something to him.

I scoffed in his face. If he attacked, I’d kill him with my blood powers. Great, I’m embracing murder.

Before things could escalate (things being homicide), the officiant stepped forward and melted the clasp.

Crack. The heir of Artemis, the son of Erebus, the Hunter, fell to his knees in front of the altar.

Alexis Hert didn’t know it yet, but she’d enthralled a monster.

There were consequences to marrying a monster. They’d begun. For them.