The Curse of Betrayal
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Authors: Taylor Lavati
The Curse of Betrayal
A Curse Books Novel
Taylor Lavati
Also by Taylor Lavati
The Thousand Year Curse
A Reliant Love (coming 2014)
Copyright © 2014 Taylor Lavati
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ISBN-13: 978-1492779865
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acknowledgements
Thank you to my amazing editor, Danielle Rose, who has had just as important a role in this novel as me. She has become more than just an editor to me in our short time together. I can’t thank her enough for answering my constant emails.
Thank you to my support team (most of which are family members): My mother, Linda; My fiancé, Chris; My aunt, Sara—who have all contributed in multiple ways, some book related, some not.
My first two readers, more family (do you see a pattern?): Maddie and Missy Hutchings; who are constantly giving me honest feedback and advice. After I finish a book, I’m always texting them to see if they’re ready to read it. They’ve never said no.
And to my blog followers: for urging me to put out another book as fast as possible and helping me with book covers, names and other awesome ideas. You guys are always cheering me up!
Prologue
Don’t they say that there is darkness before the light?
That the bad comes before the good?
Aren’t I supposed to believe that karma exists?
I’ve been falling through a black hole for thousands of years with no inclination of an ending.
And it feels like I’m still falling.
I’ve loved the same girl—
over and over again.
I’ve lost the same girl—
over and over again.
Her immortality will end our tragic love affair.
She may finally be able to fulfill her destiny
and love only me, yet again.
The dark ages are over.
Bring on the sun. Bring on the chirping birds
and the damn marching band.
The clouds are disappearing
and so is the other guy.
His time is close to expiring.
I’m ending this once and for all.
CHAPTER ONE
introductions
I hate introductions. I hate schmoozing. There’s nothing more awkward than having to be fake and friendly to new people.
Waltzing hand-in-hand with Kara, I enter the cafeteria in search of her clique of alleged friends—all of whom I’ve never met before. I tried to put off the greeting for as long as possible, but I only made it an hour before Kara dragged me down here from our shared dorm room in Aphro Hall.
I have to admit; when I first saw Kara I was in awe. She’s small, bubbly, blonde, and I’m…not. She had on this outrageous outfit, cowboy boots and all, and although it’s January, she chose to wear summer clothes and call it a day.
Her side of the room is like a Barbie’s dollhouse—only in real life. It’s completely pink with fluffy pillows and even smells flowery. My side is a stark contrast, but I plan to change that soon. I did only move in today.
Kara squeezes my hand and brings me back to the current moment. I’m drained from moving into DGA, Demi God Academy, just this morning, and the last thing on my mind is making friends when I so clearly don’t fit in.
Glancing around the room, it’s clear this place is for elite, gorgeous looking gods. Everyone is primped to perfection with flawless skin and silky, smooth hair. Meanwhile, I’m sweaty from hefting boxes and nervously biting my bottom lip with anxiety from being in this new situation.
The sea of people in front of me highly intimidates me. I thought I would be able remain invisible until classes start tomorrow morning, but now as I enter the room, all eyes turn towards me, scrutinizing my every move. Their searing stares inspect me, traveling up and down my average looking body. I use my arms to cover myself, crossing them over my average chest—not liking the way their eyes linger for far too long.
“Can’t we do this tomorrow?” I turn towards Kara, pleading with her. I hardly know her, but immediately I liked her. We may be opposites, but even so, she has this tender, genuine charm that makes me feel like I can trust her.
“Come on, they’re going to love you!” she squeals, linking our arms as she pulls me towards a table of kids I’m assuming are her friends.
When we step up to the table, all of the seated students smile up at Kara, welcoming her, before turning their watching eyes to me. An awkward second passes by as Kara just smiles, saying her hellos while I stand next to her looking like a social outcast.
“This is my roomy guys! Ryder,” she introduces me, and I grin, wanting to keep this short, but Kara pushes my back with her hand so I stumble forward towards the table. I trip over my feet but try to play it off.
“Hey,” I mutter far too quietly—the kids at the end of the table probably don’t even hear me. My hand waves involuntarily, making me look like a freaking idiot. I quickly shove my hand down, hiding it behind my back before I do something stupid like give them all handshakes or a lame thumbs up.
They go around the table clockwise, each saying their names, but I’m so nervous that I don’t remember a single one. My brain is on overdrive, and all I can think of is making sure I don’t barf or screw up my first impressions. Kara excuses us after they’re all introduced and leads me towards the food area, waving behind her effortlessly like the little social butterfly she is.
“Relax, girl.” She tries to reassure me but it hardly works. “They’re not all judgey.”
As we near the food lines towards the back of the cafeteria, I catch sight of my dark-haired knight standing in the center aisle of the room with a crowd of students circling him. My heart pitter-patters, and I mentally explode with him being so close.
I haven’t seen Ari since before Christmas, and even then, our only form of communication was via texting. Actually, both boys have recently been avoiding me like the plague, so when I see Ari standing there in all his godly glory, I almost hyperventilate.
As we take long strides towards him, I only allow myself a quick glance up and down his frame so nobody will acknowledge me. His hair is cut shorter than I’ve ever seen it, but at the same time it looks longer on top. I can’t tell what’s different, but it looks really good with his bright eyes. The sides are no longer over his ears, and it makes him look much older—maybe late twenties or even early thirties.
I stop dead in my tracks, not wanting him to spot me—or anyone else for that matter. I don’t think I’m mentally prepared for this meeting and need to avoid it at all costs.
Kara walks a few more steps alone before she notes that I’ve stopped moving. Turning around, she storms over to me with questioning eyes.
“What’s the deal?” I figure now is as good a time as any to explain to her at least part of the story of my dreaded, miserable life.
“I kind of know that guy over there.” I point to where Ari stands among the students.
“Which one?” she questions me back, squinting towards them, hungrily trying to pick out which kid it is.
“The guy with black hair.” I point directly at Ari but drop my hand fast so nobody else notices. I can’t have people accusing me of being a stalker on day one. I know how fast rumors can fly and the impact they have on someone’s reputation.
“Professor A?” she asks me in disbelief. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows pinch together in an unattractive way, and she scrutinizes me like she’s forming a new opinion.
“Uh, yeah,” I mutter, my cheeks heating up like a thermometer over an open flame.
“I think you’re going to have to back up here. How do you even know him?” She looks around the room, grabs my arm, and pulls me down to sit next to her at a vacant table. We’re hidden behind a stone pillar from prying eyes, and I feel myself relax just a notch.
“Well, I kind of dated him but not really.” She gives me a dismal look, thinking he’s my ex or something so I have to clear it up. “We met at my old school before I knew about gods and all of this,” I say, gesturing around the building full of gods, but she holds up her hand, shushing me.
“You lost me here. He’s your ex?” she clarifies, frowning over at me.
“Basically.” I leave it at that. Meanwhile my brain is running, thinking of fast forwarding to a time when Ari and I can actually be together or even rewind a few months, whichever is possible. I let my mental tirade flash with images of Ari on the beach, in the Underworld, and anywhere else I can have him.
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” She breaks my thoughts with her light voice. “We are going to walk towards the food, you’re going to say ‘hi,’ and then walk away.” I start to object but she glowers at me, a silencing glare. “You look happy and he needs to see it,” she continues. She reaches her hand up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I feel her fingers brush around up there.
“Perfect,” she mutters and then stands in front of me, admiring her work. I look up at her skeptically, but she brushes it off and reaches down for my hand, not paying me any attention. I pause, debating what to do, but she’s my roommate, and I really need to work on my trust issues—I’ll give her a shot.
Interlocking her fingers with mine, she walks with a purpose, dragging me along behind her. She shakes her hips, making a point to sway while I try to mimic her flirty waltz. She shoots me a wink before focusing on the mission at hand.
A surge of adrenaline rushes through me, pushing me forward towards Ari with a confidence that is definitely not my own. I clench Kara’s hand as a last life line to save me. Kara pauses in the aisle, and I do the same when we are close enough to Ari.
“Wait for it,” she says, staring daggers into Ari’s back like she’s casting a spell. I wait for him to feel me, hoping I get a good reaction, but knowing it’s not likely given our latest circumstances. It doesn’t take him long before he glances up, his eyes locking onto mine with instant surprise.
Kara tugs me along by our joined hands towards him, and I plaster an overzealous smile on my face. “H-hey,” I stutter, doing the stupid wave again. I’m acting like I’ve never met the guy before and am star struck. I blush, averting my eyes towards the floor, wanting to bury my head under it and cry with embarrassment.
“Excuse me,” Ari says to the group of guys surrounding him. They all scatter their separate ways, and he finally comes over to us. He stops in front of me when just a foot of empty space separates us. “How are you ladies?” he asks to both of us, acting completely formal and nothing like the Ari I know—or rather knew.