One minute I used to be a courier for scammers, making ends match so I could take care of my little brother. The next, four stunningly popular Norse gods acquired brought me back from the deceased with wings sprouting from my back again and a complete set of valkyrie powers. I assume that’s just how life goes occasionally.

Too awful our victory more than our supernatural enemies ended up being a farce. The divine home I decided to receive can be a trap instead. A snare that’s slowly closing in on us, dredging up every painful moment from our pasts.

MAY I trust these tempting godly men now that I’ve seen just how many secrets they’ve kept from me personally? And what am I likely to do if I have to encounter my very own darkest horrors yet again?

I’d better shape that out fast. Because I’m Aria Watson, and I’ll not be damaged.

Contains mature themes.