Trickery (Curse of the Gods, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

“Wow. Guess you’re not all that smart after all. Guess you’re kinda silly. You feel silly right now, don’t you? You feel a little embarrassed, because you don’t know what a barge is?”

😂😂

All I needed to do was stay away from fire, tar, sharp things, pointy things, serrated things, hot things, breathing things, living things, and sacred things.

“Why aren’t you moving? Why is your stupid bag filled with stupid pots still in your stupid hands?”

Pain-Master Coen was number one, Crusher Rome was number two, Golden Aros was number three, Hypnotic Yael was number four, and Evil Siret was number five. That was one way to differentiate between them.

“Are you going to adopt me?” I screeched.

“Am I supposed to be your sister?” I was still speaking in that voice that was part-screech. “Are your parents going to adopt me? Are you going to marry me? Isn’t that illegal? No, wait, it’s just procreation between sols and dwellers that’s illegal. I remember now, Emmy told me.”

I’m sick of them. I never want to see them again. Except Aros; he smells nice. And Rome, because he’s so strong I’m pretty sure not even Rau can get past him. I don’t need the others. Except Siret. I’m pretty sure he hates me, but he’s really good at catching me like just before I face-plant into something. But the others, I don’t need them. Not at all.” I paused, my brow furrowing, my mouth pursing, and then I quickly blurted, “Except Coen and Yael. Coen is really good at making decisions, and if I leave out Yael he’ll probably hunt me the hell down and haunt me—”

“Rocks … my gift is trickery. I love surprises. Especially surprises that annoy people. Especially surprises that annoy my brothers. Especially surprises that spend half of their time naked. A naked surprise is always a good surprise.”

Siret launched off the couch, sending me tumbling. And of course, since the clothing I wore was about five sizes too large, most of my butt managed to fall out of the pants.

Great. I’d just made this a fun game for him, which meant that it was going to be the very opposite of a fun game for me.

😂😂😂

Fakey started to sob. Not just normal sobbing, but huge, open-mouthed, ugly-crying sobs. Holy father of the gods. That was a terrible look for me. I had to remember to never cry like that.

I so did not have a penchant for nudity. It just happened to me.

“it’s not like we tied you down and ripped all your clothes off. You chose to be naked. It’s your thing. You have something against clothes.” “I do not!” I countered,

“I want to learn how to swim.” The demand burst out of me before I could think about it. Yael’s head appeared above the seat in front of me. “Is this another excuse for you to take your clothes off?”

“No! I will be learning to swim fully clothed. I love clothes. I’m never taking my clothes off again.”