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That way, they would not have to worry about that while Brynn was recuperating, and the family was getting used to the new addition. The little trip to see Hecate had lit a fire underneath her ass, so she always spent a good portion of her day going over everything and trying to figure out what all we could use during the coven fight. The book was a how-to guide about dealing with Gods, Goddesses, and Demigods. There was no telling what bullshit Loki could have in store and who all would be affected. He was the God of Mischief after all. A flare of pain through the bond snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Why am I always clenching my asshole when you’re around these guys, Wrath?” Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe Wrath’s the common denominator. He has some Hudson tendencies.” Weasel cupped his groin. “Nobody can have Hudson tendencies like Hudson. He’s just fucking unhinged.” “He told me about flaying that biker’s balls. It’s an interesting concept. I might have to try it the next time I’m asking questions nicely.” Jake laughed and motioned to Devon Longshire. “Get him in the van, Weasel. Your balls are safe tonight.”

Steel boomed against steel as the putrid battle continued, the numbers of those who came to fight dwindling, fading as the body count rose. Dorian had forced Elika along on a raid of an uncharted dimension, the people who dwelled there fighting against the dark lord and the armies of hell on many occasions, refusing to abide by any treaty that was offered, continuously killing anyone who entered the dimension. The feral immortal had organised the attack in just a day, taking no more than four hundred of Darkous’ best men to send a message, a brutal and bloodthirsty message that neither she nor the people would ever forget. She squeezed her eyes shut in desperation as the battle worsened, una

Chapter 9: Kitten “Nobody's angry all the time unless you're a psycho.-J.Denovich” AMAIA’S POV “Or do you want me to teach you an aiming lesson on how to throw a dagger straight to your target?” There I know my freaking anger issues hit him. “How dare you!” My voice echoed making all the people stop from walking, and when they saw the man’s scrutinizing eyes, they quickly sprint out shaking. Only me, his men-in-black bodyguards, and the jerk-head disrespectful guy who add fuel to my anger.

It bore no similarities to the crest of the other elder gods so she knew she wasn’t mistaken. Fury burned in her veins as she picked up the piece of silk memorizing the image of the black cat, staring back at her and what was painted as a shadow of the black cat, looking away from her. The longer she knelt in the balcony now stained with innocent blood, the stronger her rage grew. She wanted to get her revenge. She joked about it anytime they talked but Evander knew, deep down, she meant it. But no one has ever attempted to harm a god and lived to tell the story. Jane was living proof of that.

“Daydreaming again?” I showed her the book’s description and explained the associations I’d imagined. Xia was silent for a moment, then decisively grabbed a book and slammed it hard on my head. “I can’t take this! Even an ordinary history book makes you imagine impossible love stories. If all men were like you imagine, they wouldn’t be men. And if Loki were really that kind of person, he shouldn’t be the Fire God. Hurry up and finish the book!” “Uh…” I rubbed my head and went back to reading that boring Complete History of the Asir Gods.

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She was no longer the soft young woman whose eyes had once been full of him. She was a formidable attorney who gave no ground in court. Remote, untouchable, and without mercy. He had thought Caroline still hated Celia. Only now did he realize it had simply been armor she had built in order to survive. Julian drained the last of his red wine. The liquor burned down his throat, and his chest twisted with pain. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor. He imagined that if he had not weighted the oracle blocks, if he had chosen the woman who once loved him to the bone...

Not a prize to be displayed. I was priceless. Because a god cannot be bought. A god cannot be caged. And yet… here I was. Iron pressing against my back, steel biting into my wrists, tape choking the words out of my throat. I, a god, reduced to merchandise, stripped down to a body they could sell. And tonight, they would sell me anyway. The crowd roared louder, voices colliding like storms, but I no longer listened to their words. My ears caught only the sound of my own rage, steady, unrelenting. For every bid they shouted, my fury rose higher. For every number they spat, my wrath sharpened like a blade waiting to be drawn.

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.