Forging Hephaestus (Villains' Code, #1)

by Drew Hayes

They seem to think the food is poisoned or something, but I’m five entrees deep and have to say that it must be some damn tasty poison.”

“What’s your deal anyway?” Beverly asked as she dug into her third meal bar. It seemed the slender woman either burned a lot of calories while in her dragon-form or possessed the not-so-super ability of having a tapeworm.

There was no way to say a person was too cheerful without coming off as an asshole. Ren should know; he’d racked his brain trying to come up with a way.

Plus, the sodas in the machine were only a quarter, which Beverly was pretty certain made it the last of its kind in the known world.

“Then I guess there’s nothing left to do but tell Balaam to fuck off and put on my costume.”

Let me tell you, no one makes an air freshener strong enough to cover that up.”

In what she would later consider to be the most beautiful show of apathy Tori had ever seen, Doctor Mechaniacal shrugged those metal shoulders and said, “If you want.

“This is why I love rookies! A rocket dragon. A fucking rocket dragon! Have we ever had that before?”

It was a shrewd and accurate point. Worse, it was such a good idea that Ren didn’t have a defense for it.