The Tyrant's Tomb

Venus was a wily goddess. She played games within games. If it was my
fate to be Reyna’s true love, to wash away her curse as Frank had done for
Hazel, would Venus allow it?
But at the same time, I was a romantic disaster. I had ruined every one of
my relationships, brought nothing but destruction and misery to the young
men and women I’d loved. How could I believe I would be any good for the
praetor?
I lay in my cot, these thoughts tossing around in my mind, until late
afternoon. Finally, I gave up on the idea of rest. I gathered my supplies—my
quiver and bow, my ukulele and my backpack—and I headed out. I needed
guidance, and I could think of only one way to get it.