Electric Idol

"You should really limit who's allowed to comment on your shit. These people are toxic as fuck and have too much time on their hands."

The only people I can trust in Olympus are my sisters. Even my mother has her own agenda, and more often than not, she asks for forgiveness instead of permission when she ropes us into her schemes.

She gives me a small smile. "Be careful, Psyche. Eros is dangerous in the extreme."

I understand that far better than she ever will. I try for a smile in return. "I know. He's a monster. But after tonight, he's my monster."

I give Persephone a look. “Says the woman who ran away from Zeus and hooked up with the boogeyman of Olympus. Let’s not cast stones.”

My sister seems entirely unconvinced. “Hades didn’t earn his reputation. Eros has.”

"The Dimitriou ladies are so interesting, don't you think? When they first arrived on the scene, I thought they were like the other boring social climbers, but I've changed my mind. I think they're going to turn Olympus itself on its head."

Eros might be as gorgeous as a god, but that man is a monster right down to his core.

Reputations are easy to burn to ash.

"Why help Aphrodite's pet monster?"

"Even monsters need help sometimes, Eros." I should leave it at that, but his question felt so unexpectedly vulnerable that I can't help the impulse to soothe him. Just a little. "Besides, you're not really a monster. I don't see a single scale or fang to speak of."

"Monsters come in all shapes and sizes, Psyche. You should know that by now, living in Olympus." He starts to button up his shirt, but his hands are shaking so badly, he fumbles it.