Bound to the Battle God (Aspect and Anchor, #1)

by Ruby Dixon

I’m still not entirely sure how I got here. The kids from Narnia went through a wardrobe dresser and became kings. The chick from Outlander touched some stones and ended up with a hot kilted Scotsman. Me, I knock on my neighbor’s door because I hear voices shouting, and the next thing I know, I’m being shoved in a slave pen and referred to as “Tart.”

Hollywood has definitely misled me.

I can always peck someone to death like the world’s angriest blonde chicken.

“Pleasant appearance…distasteful personality.” And he moves on. Sounds like my last annual review at work.

"There are four divine virtues and four divine flaws. Because the High Father wants to extinguish the flaws from his gods, he casts them out and fragments them into four copies of themselves. Each copy represents the flaw they are working to purge from their system." It's weird to think of Aron as a fragment of a god. "What are the four flaws?" "Lies, Hedonism, Arrogance, and Apathy."

She must eat for him, sleep for him, and perform all mortal functions on his behalf since he cannot. He gets his strength through her. And if she is destroyed…" He lets his words trail off.

He sniffs my hair again, and I wonder if he's hard right now. Is he overcome with lust for me? "You smell bad," Aron says. “When was the last time you bathed?” Man, fuck this guy.