Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass.
The moment you let your guard down and think you've got a handle on life—you jinx it.
I bust my butt on the daily, smoothing the rough edges after moving in with the boyfriend, making amends to angry empowered ones, and patching things up with hostile in-laws. Things are good on the home front with my job, family, and friends. I've got this, right?
Wrong. Cue the centrifuge of life spinning me around while the gods point and laugh.
Or, in this case, the goddess.
Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft and Magic, deity of night and ghosts, supreme tormentor of friends. I wondered why Nikon hated Hecate with such venom. Turns out, there's history there. He faced his battles alone over the past centuries but he's not alone now.
The Greek is family and I've got his back.
