The Pledge

There's a lot to be said about living with three Spartan warriors...

Discovering I'm Pandora, yes, that Pandora, on the eve of my twenty-first birthday wasn't easy. But accept it I did, including all that came along with said revelation, even the three muscled warriors appointed to keep me safe from Chaos and her masterly crafted fits of disorder. To say she's a hindrance is an understatement.

But as much as I appreciate having protectors, I'm not about to turn over my every inch of life to them. I need a pledge of loyalty first. My current run-in with the goddess Atalanta is a start. Apparently, the shifter has beef against being captured, though the blame of letting her loose in lioness form is not totally my fault. I didn't know my Spartans had bagged and dumped her in the living room of our apartment. Which was so not a good thing, because being who I am, letting the cat out of the bag was a given.

Now a pissed lioness is skulking around my nine hundred square feet of living space and without my Spartans taking a side--me or the goddess poised to claw them--I can't put my trust in them. And with Moros--the Greek god of Doom and Death--along with his brothers Thanatos and Ker--knocking on my door, my Spartans better decide fast. Because without me finding my lost box, the hell I unleashed on earth thousands of years ago will never be reined in. And if Moros gets the box first, he'll destroy the one thing left inside--Hope. And every soul needs Hope to survive. And that includes me and my sexier than sin Spartans.