Strength (Curse of the Gods, #4)

by Jane Washington

I was going to have to be dead, I was at least going to spend my afterlife eating cheesy bread and gulping chocolate milk. I deserved it. Dying was hard.

They knew the drill: breakfast first. Aros tsked. “Actually, the family motto is safety first.”

“She sets things on fire,” Coen announced without preamble. “All the time,” Siret added.

Rome shrugged. “It’s her thing.”

Also, I saved her life.” “You killed me,” I spat. “It was the only way to save your life.”

“Leave her with a reminder of the fun time we had here this sun-cycle, so that she can always remember you fondly. Willa Knight, the dweller with the cock power.”

“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.