Seduction (Curse of the Gods, #3)

by Jaymin Eve

I needed to … stalk her. Responsibly.

Cyrus just shook his head. “You’re trying to tell me something, I just know it.”

I smacked him in the shoulder, before shaking my head. “You understood me.”

“It was very sudden. But mortal women are supposed to have mood swings. Did she not eat enough? Should I put some bread in her mouth before it gets worse?”

“Make sure you bring breakfast every time we speak,” he said. “It was a great idea. Now hold still, and don’t scream.” I tried to say I can’t scream because you shoved an apple in my mouth—but it turned out that I also couldn’t do that. Because I had an apple in my mouth.

“Oh. Cool. Why can nobody hurt me?” “He would like to meet with you. He does not like when people bleed on his rugs. He was very clear that creating rugs was a chore he liked to avoid, so if I could prevent people from bleeding on the rugs—”

“An asshole was too … small a word to describe you. You’re an asspit. An asschasm. An asscrater—”