Strength (Curse of the Gods, #4)

by Jane Washington

They knew the drill: breakfast first. Aros tsked. “Actually, the family motto is safety first.” “I’m the one who died, so I get to pick the family motto,” I countered. “It’s breakfast first.”

There she stood: purple-haired, red-eyed, with a penis protruding from her forehead. A real, live penis.

“It didn’t take us long to find you. This was the first place we checked: Pica’s platform. She was having a tea party with you, right out in the open. Invited us to have a cup.” “A tea party?” My brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t remember that.” “Oh yes!” Pica clapped her hands together beneath her chin, donning a whimsical expression. “It was so lovely.” “You were unconscious,” Yael supplied. “Oh.” I was officially terrified of Pica.