“You forget it," he said. "You forget it, from this moment on. Do you understand? You are not a curse."

"Yeah, okay." Morrigan roller her eyes and tried to turn away, but Jupiter took her face in his hands and held on fast.

"No, listen to me." His wide blue eyes burned into her black ones. Righteous anger rolled off him like heat from the sidewalk in summer. "You asked me if your talent is being cursed? If you have a knack for ruining things? Her me when I tell you this: You are not a curse on anyone, Morrigan Crow. You never have been. And I think you've know that all along.”