Seduction (Curse of the Gods, #3)

by Jaymin Eve

I needed to … stalk her. Responsibly.

“You should—” “Stop talking to boys,” I interrupted. “Yeah. We’ve had this talk before. It’s irrational. I can’t avoid all males.” “Just the sols.” He frowned. “And the dwellers. And the gods.” “So just … all males, then?” I arched a brow at him.

Large hands wrapped around me as he pulled me close to his chest. “What I actually said was that you are ours. I’ve claimed ownership of you, Willa Knight.”

“We’re yours also, you know that. This isn’t a one-way thing.”

Don’t lose the stone, don’t get angry at the stone and throw it anywhere, and don’t try to eat the damn thing.”

“He wants you to be completely useless,” Coen told me, pushing Rome out the door after Siret. “He wants you to be so useless that you can’t possibly last all this time without us. He wants you sobbing and running into his arms when he gets back. He’s old-fashioned like that.”

You need to be taught the beauty in Chaos, Lucille answered. The gifts of the gods are not good or bad—they are only gifts, shaped from the very forces of the world. It is the person who makes them good or bad.

The things that we are driven to do that go against all sense—those are the things you will find Chaos in, Leden replied. It is not a force of evil, simply a force of nature.

I crossed my arms over my chest, finally realising how little I was wearing. Sure, underwear was actually better than my usual bouts of nudity, but I was still pretty skimpily dressed. Alone. With the Neutral God whose Neutral Dick had been briefly having non-neutral feelings.

Hard surfaces wronged me all the time, and I still attacked them at least once every sun-cycle.

“I love you, too, Willa-toy. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Life—immortality—none of it meant anything until you tripped in and started setting things on fire.”