The Fates knew what was coming for me, but they kept silent. That’s the kind of thing you expect from a crap friend, not goddesses who (turns out) are sorry excuses for mentors. I know who my real father is, but that came with a huge cost. One that I still haven’t absorbed. My partner, Hank, manages to just get more irresistible, but resist him I must. Fighting side-by-side gets more and more like foreplay or a dance, but now he's playing the field like a sworn bachelor. Oh, and I’m almost an orphan now. Meeting my father for the first time will change that, but how am I supposed to defeat my arch-nemesis while I can’t keep my eyes off Hank? This is like… frustration city. Just one frustration after another. Maybe it's time for me to play the field, the world's about to end anyway. There’s a pretty hot god who can’t keep his eyes off me… is it uncool to say “in your face, Hank”?