by Amy Sumida
I killed the first god I met. It was self-defense. The kills that followed weren't. It was them or me. Until he showed up; gorgeous, deadly, and divine. One of them. He represents everything that I'm against. I should kill him, but I have the strangest feeling that I can trust him. As a witch, I always listen to my gut but this time those feelings might be coming from somewhere a little lower.