Muse of Ruin

by Stephanie Hurst

I enjoy being underestimated. It makes killing them easier and sweeter.

All that remains is finding our muse.

Sitting at the back of my building is a black SUV and exiting the vehicle are the same men I was just eye fucking.

She is identical to Mnemosyne.

Not at getting caught jerking off to someone else. Perses and I are not exclusive by any sense of the word, but she did stab him less than twenty-four hours ago.

“I can guarantee if anyone is going to choke on anything in this house, it will be you.”

Happy Calliope is a breathtaking sight. Calliope clears her throat, and her smile drops away, dulling the world around us.

“Alexa, play Psycho Killer by Talking Heads.”

Calm the fuck down, penis fly trap.

I’ve already asked the standard questions in the hope of working out his issue. How was your day? You okay? Why are you such a prick? I haven’t asked the last one yet, but I’m working up to it.

The problem is, I feel more at home with the three psychotic pricks than I ever have anywhere else.

“We still need to find Afentis.” “No need, I’m already here.” We all turn to the voice across the room, and my stomach drops to the floor. When Calliope speaks, I hear her heartbreak. “Uncle Coeus?”