I blink at Love, and she sighs dramatically.
“After I tell you the whole story, do you promise to help me fix things?” I nod, not understanding how this morning could have been that bad to send Juliet into a spiral. “All right, let’s start from the top with our trip to Ireland.”
Earlier that day…
Idelude myself into thinking that Mors just had a bad day at work. She seemed out of it when she came back, but she does want to see me—just not tonight.
I rub my temples as I leave her apartment and walk around outside, searching for the locket. Maybe if it’s still together, the shamrock will still work. I grimace, hating that I’m lying to myself.
Lady Luck’s instructions were simple. Don’t fucking break the shamrock and don’t let it out of your sight.
When I get to the edge of the building by Mors’ balcony, my heart sinks in my chest. The locket is cracked open with the shamrock nowhere to be found. My hands shake as I grab the cracked locket and put it in my pocket.
“Fucking cat,” I mumble under my breath.
When I look up at her balcony, his bright eyes are looking down at me, and I swear the mischievous fuck winks at me.
I glare back up at the demon cat before I pop back over to Earth to meet Love for rounds.
Since I have a few hours, I decide to make some connections along the way, and start with a coffee shop first. The barista isflirting with the businessman who is clearly interested, it should be an easy, solid match. So I pull out my arrow, and line up my quiver and… and hit the fucking married barista behind her.
The woman spins and grins at the businessman. He completely ignores the previous potential love interest for this scrumptious temptation, and I swallow thickly.
Fuck.
I can’t hit the other woman and make a love triangle, and Love isn’t here to help me make things right so I just leave it. The last thing I need to do is use a reversal bomb and get into even more hot water.
This can’t be because of the shamrock? There’s no way that everything I’ve accomplished and done since seeing Lady Luck is pure luck, right?
The thought is heavy in my stomach when I leave the coffee shop and the mess I created behind as I float through the window of the bookstore. It’s peaceful in here, and there are two men reading the same book over by the fireplace. The one with the beard keeps looking over the pages of his book to see if the other man is noticing him.
Just a little lust will help get this party going. I pull out a lust arrow and I’m about to pull it back on my quiver as it snaps in half, releasing a plume of lust from its core as it leaks throughout the entirety of the bookstore.
The woman who was ringing up customers is now bent over the check-out counter, taking it hard by the guy who was buying Britney Spears’ memoir. The two women who were in the romance section browsing are now fully making out and knocking down multiple romantic fantasy books in their wake. At least the bearded guy by the fire is giving the other guy head, but this wasn’t what I had planned.
I rub my bare neck, fear licking up my spine.
All of this was luck? How much I improved at work? Mors? No wonder she didn’t want me to stay tonight. Without that fucking charm, I’m nothing.
Love will know what to do. At least I fucking hope.
When I pop to the predetermined location where I was supposed to meet Love—a club called the Hot Pocket—I expect to see Love ready to spread so much lust in this place that they will get shut down by the fire department. Then, once the hot firefighters get here, we will spread even more lust, and it will become the biggest orgy cupids have ever seen.
But Love isn’t who greets me, it’s Eros.
I blink wildly as a slow smirk takes over his face. There’s no denying that Eros is conventionally attractive, but as I look at him now, all I feel is disgust.
Can today get any freaking worse?
“There you are Juliet. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, silly.”
I just blink as he approaches me. I’m so over this day already, this is the last thing I need.
“I thought your dad sent you to a different galaxy?”
“He did, but he’s giving me a second chance. Letting me prove myself again on this planet.”
I glare at him. “Why?”
