Trickery (Curse of the Gods, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

Like being hogtied and sacrificed to the Gods for accidently tripping and punching the sacred balls of one of the sacred sols.

They had definitely moved past their shock over me having been chosen, and were now taking it as a gift from the gods. The bastards.

In the first four sun-cycles of the journey, we’d suffered two cracked cart wheels, an escaped bullsen, and three wild animal attacks. Considering my propensity for disaster, I was considering it a roaring success.

“Don’t mind them,” Jerath consoled, taking a step back. “Are you seriously saying that while you move away from me?” I hissed out quietly.

“Those are the Abcurse brothers—or two of them anyway. Coen has a gift for Pain, and Siret has a gift for Trickery.” “The one that has a gift for pain … is he the one holding the crossbow by any chance?”