When a serial killer meets three psychos.

Calliope

Twenty-five kills under my belt and still going strong, not bad for a twenty-four-year-old. Tartarus, a forgotten hole in the ground, a city overflowing with crime and filth. There are no gods here, only wicked, entitled men, and I feast on their blackened souls. Attracting the attention of the infamous Titans was never part of my plan, but they've awakened a hunger that's hard to ignore. I have to kill them, take back what's mine, and punish them for what they've done, but what if part of me wants to keep my new toys rather than break them?

The Titans

We hunt a serial killer but never expect to find her holding the knife. She is breathtakingly beautiful, sinfully violent, and perfectly suited for the streets of Tartarus. Most importantly, her blood is extremely valuable. Zeus' vendetta is old and twisted; he'll do anything to get his hands on what we found. He'll come for her, but we'd rather burn Tartarus to the ground than hand her over.

She may be dangerous, but she will bow before us even if we have to force her to her knees. Calliope doesn't want our protection, but she's going to pay for it.

Contains mature themes.