When I embarked on my rebound rodeo cruise, the last place I expected to end up was on hot-bod monster island. Not that I’m complaining. The views are fantastic and the impressive amenities offered by my hosts have made it easy to come back for more.

10/10 would recommend.

I’m starting to think there’s some truth to this whole “mate-bond” thing—if the murderous rage I feel whenever anyone threatens what’s mine is any indication.

Scary Leia is ready to throw hands… or claws… or tentacles.

Now my ride or die is stuck here with me, and our enemies are closer than we think. My men believe they can’t be heroes, but they’ve already proven there’s more to them than meets the eye.

I intend to clear their names if it’s the last thing I do. Olympus is about to learn, there is no monster greater than a bad bish like me.