Persuasion (Curse of the Gods, #2)

by Jaymin Eve

We were all the same way: a little too impulsive, a little too reactive, a little too rough around the edges. It was why I let them stick around.

All of them except Siret. He had simply crossed his arms and declared that my boobs were his favourite part of every sun-cycle on Minatsol, and that he was not okay with them being hidden. He was going to get slapped twice the very next time I found a chair so that I could reach his face.

“What have we told you about doors?” he asked. “They move … so I shouldn’t lean on them.”

Dammit. Why did he have to use reason and logic? Not to mention cheesy bread. It was easy to fight Rome, who was still glowering at me, because I hated being told what to do and I hated being ordered around. But Aros had used his seductive voice and seductive face and seductive food, and he was totally winning me over.

My bravery was a very fickle thing: it mostly only existed until common sense had a chance to sink in.

“Hugging is flirting?” I asked, my voice muffled against his back. “I didn’t start this. This isn’t my fault. It feels nice to touch you guys because you kidnapped my soul. I’m actually hugging my soul right now. This is a private moment. Butt out.”

I didn’t want to step back. I wanted to stay huddled up in his amazing warmth … but flirting with an Abcurse wasn’t just playing with fire; it was sitting down in the middle of a burning house and hoping that the flames didn’t consume you—all while knowing that they would.

She was going to be the second person I stabbed by accident on purpose.”

What were they doing to me? It was like I couldn’t breathe without them and yet I couldn’t breathe with them either. They literally stole all the air from around me, and I didn’t like that.

“So … penises, right? I mean … just wow, so many penises. What would a girl even do with that many penises together in one place?” Shut up Willa. What the hell is wrong with you?