Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

Their existence was unfortunate, if you wanted to live (I didn’t).

Vorex yelled something, but I couldn’t hear him over my suicidal thoughts. The path narrowed. On the left was a jagged cliff—one wrong step and I’d be dead. Hopefully.

I would have been offended, but I was too busy trying to find my will to live, like the aforementioned pathetic, weak bitch.

Message received, God—things are not going to get better. I understand. Praise be.